The Vampire

Chapter 63

Dominic's POV

"Dominic?" A faded voice rang against my ears. "Dominic? Dominic? You've been down here for nearly a week now." Kat stood by the door frame. 

I ignored her presence and her voice tuning out in the background.

"This is not healthy even for a vampire, we need to bury her Dominic. You're not the only one who lost her we all did! You can't keep her in your room like Norman Bates!" She raised her voice. 

Since the moment she died in my arms, I felt like I was stuck in a nightmare and she tore me apart the moment she closed her eyes. The sky darkened and I couldn't move, the pain physically held me still in the spot. I lift her in my arms even though my body is protesting of any movement. When I finally opened my eyes to look at her and know I could never bring her back is the worst possible pain. I brought her back in our room laying her on the bed. 

I've been sitting in the same room going insane exactly like Norman Bates. I hear her footsteps coming closer and her hand shooting forward to touch her but before she could I grabbed her wrist shocking her. I knew the amount of pressure I'm putting is causing her pain, my eyes snap towards her in anger. Shoving her aside making her stumble backwards but before she could fall Brett caught her his eyes blazing with anger towards me. She looks at me shock by my violent action towards her. 

I've never been physically hurtful towards Kat only Luke and if Michael was here he would have snapped my neck for laying a hand on her. The moment I saw the shock in her eyes I regretted it but the anger still burns my veins and I can't make it go away. 

"Leave." I hissed. "Nobody touches her and if any one of you dares to get her without my permission you will all pay!" I threatened retreating back to the same spot I've been sitting on for the past few days. 

"Don't speak to me like you're the only one that mourns for her, like your pain is more greater than others-

"It is!" I growled standing up in a fast movement making the chair fall loudly. "You will never understand! None of you will understand this unbearable pain that chokes me and suffocates me with every breath. You will never understand my pain because you never loved anyone like I have. You have never lost anyone like I have. Not one but two people I fell in love with died in my arms and it's taring me inch by inch making me insane. Her voice follows me until I want to tare my own heart out and then silence would follow and I don't know which one is worst." I breathe heavily squeezing my eyes shut. "I want to be left alone so get out both of you." I spoke harshly seeing hurt flash her face. 

With one last hurt glance from her she began to walk out with Brett guiding her. When the door shuts I growled frustrated. I grab the mirror smashing it against the door and furnitures breaking it, taring it, shattering things with my hands. There is no escape from this pain and I'm too far gone from this pain to be okay again. 

Tears stream down my face while my fist punch the wall never feeling the taring of my skin on my knuckles. I screamed frustrated heaving in anger and pain dropping to my knees in defeat.

I can't do this anymore.

I ran out of the room as fast as I can through the dead of the night. No amount of strength can make me stay to feel this pain. 

I found myself drinking my lungs burn at the familiar pain welcoming it. I found myself drinking my third of bottle of vodka. I drank the rest of the drink before throwing it right through the window of the pharmacy. I ignore the alarm ringing loudly, I walk through the sharp broken shards of the window walking inside. I grab two bottles of pills I needed flipping the lip realizing that there is no escape in any of this pain. No one can stop it.