DEATH WISH - j.hale

TO BE OR NOT TO BE - 26

( trigger warning: PTSD and violence )
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AGONY. FEAR.

The emotions filled her body, burning into her veins like acid, her insides melting from the intense pain that branded itself into her soul.

She laid on the cold tile floor, warm liquid soaking her shirt like a thick, wet blanket. Her lungs gasped, her mouth opening as she struggled to breathe and cling onto life.

Four times.

She could hear it - the muffled cries of anguish coming from somewhere in the room. Unknowingly, they were from herself; yet, her mind couldn't seem to get a hold on itself what was happening. She was in a daze, her head tilted to the side as we watched with unfocusing eyes the scene play out in front of her. The sickening snap of bones breaking filled her ears, the sound echoing off the walls of her brain.

She could see it - the flash of fiery red hair grabbing a hold of the man she once called her father, the unfamiliar creature holding him by his neck and slamming him against the wall with such force that it cracked.

She could taste it - the nauseating metallic taste of pennies in her mouth. She felt herself cough, the liquid in her mouth spraying across her face and soaking through clothing. Her body jolted, the sudden movement sending a sharp pain down her body.

A loud, muffled cry escaped her lips as she forced herself to turn her head, looking for her unconscious mother. She finally laid her eyes upon her unmoving body. Blood trickled from the side of her head, the impact of her head colliding with the brick fireplace had sent her into a state of unconsciousness; Her father had thrown Anna across the room when she had tried to rip him away from stabbing the young girl, resulting in a violent attack on her.

He was going to kill them both; he was going to make sure they were both dead, and then he was going to take that knife upon himself and take his own life. They could finally be happy together in a world without sin - a world with nothing but light. A world that was merely just a fantasy.

However, just as the knife was raised above her head as her father attempted to stab her once more, Sara had been knocked from his grasp, her frail body collapsing into a heap on the floor.

Now, she watched as the unrecognizable woman threw the man as she fought away the burning liquid that was filling her lungs, her face wet with tears.

The grunts of Ted Adams finally stopped when he had smacked his head against the wooden dining room table, and then the house filled with the sound of silence. Ringing filled her hearing, the noise echoing throughout her mind.

"The police are coming, " a delicate voice murmured against her ear, the sound haunting and inviting her in. A cold hand lightly brushed against her bleeding stomach and she jolted once more, though the chilly skin had felt slightly relieving.

Her vision began to cloud, her eyesight dimming with each passing breath. Her heart fought to continue its weak beats, her eyes blurred as she tried to locate her savior.

Green met a bright, crimson red - a color just as vibrant as the woman's hair. She was inhumanly beautiful, even if the only thing she could see was a blurry figure, Sara's eyes could still make out her figure and face, the beauty shocking her even as she struggled for her life.

She blinked once.

She blinked twice.

The woman was gone.

Her light struggled cries were quiet, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to make out a cry for help. Even if she had been able to muster up enough energy to speak, she knew her voice would still be too quiet.

She was doomed.

And so here she lay, her eyes starting up at the ceiling of her childhood home as she excepted her fate. Sara would die a young girl - a 16-year-old girl who hadn't even been given the chance of living. Her head ached as the ringing grew more intense, almost unbearable as she fought the battle of darkness filling her soul and mind.

Her eyes fluttered slightly, the darkness in the edges of her vision becoming more and more prominent as she stuggled to keep her eyes open. However, she knew it was useless.

Her eyes shut, and soon, she felt herself melting away into the world of unconsciousness.

"To die... To sleep, " she softly spoke, and finally, the darkness filled her brain, claiming the girl and wrapping her into its deadly, unforgiving grip.

A loud gasp of air filled her lungs, an agony-filled scream piercing through the silent night as she shot up in her bed, clawing at her chest, face, and anything else she could get her hands on. "Please, no!" she screamed, sobs wracking her chest as she frantically thrashed around her bed, her eyes closed tightly in fear of opening them to find herself laying on the floor of the family home and once called her own.

Footsteps stumbled in the hallway, and soon, her door had been thrown open, Anna rushing into the room with wide brown eyes.

The sight in front of her stung her heart, tears filling her eyes as Sara fought to push an invisible being off her. Tears clung to her skin, her body covered with cold sweat from her nightmare as she continued to weep heavily.

Quickly, Anna rushed to her, taking her into her arms. "Get off me! Please don't kill me!" Sara screamed, attempting to push the person of her shaking body.

"Seraphine, baby it's me... It's just a nightmare, it's okay, " Anna soothed her daughter, her grip tight around Sara's body to keep her from fighting against her.

The girl breathed heavily against her mother's chest, taking in the familiar and comforting scent of her perfume. She gripped onto her shirt tightly, holding the older woman with a white-knuckled fist as she tried to ground herself and focus on the feeling of her mother rubbing her back soothingly.

She failed, however, and found herself letting out another choked sob. She cried against her mother's shirt, her breathing harsh and quick.

"I don't wanna die, mommy, " she sobbed through her tears. "Don't let me die, don't let me go back to that place."

Anna felt the tears in her eyes, her mind telling her to fight them back as she held her daughter. Her mother knew exactly the place Sara was speaking of; death. The teenage girl had been left with nothing but fear when she had been resurrected after being dead for five minutes, the silence and darkness becoming her greatest fear. Once a very open and lively girl, Sara was left damaged and broken, never being able to shake the feeling of dread from her mind.

Sara was scarred, the memories of her traumatic past forever being burnt into her brain and soul. More than anything, Anna wanted to take the pain away - to put it in a box and lock it away somewhere it could never be found. She wished she could help her daughter, but therapy didn't work, and the young girl didn't exactly relish the thought of medication. So, for nights on end, Anna held her daughter helplessly, only able to rely on her voice and hold to ground her daughter back into reality.

Anna pressed her lips against Sara's forehead, her grip on her daughter tightening as she held her.

"I will never let you die."

This was hard to write but it's a very important chapter.

Who do you think the savior is ;)

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( edited - 2/5/21 )

Also, I've added a face claim for Ted Adams! Check out the casting chapter again!