Rampant

Chapter 10: Alaska

After York left, I turned off all the lights, closed the curtains, and locked the door. After the surgery, my head felt like it was being hit with a hammer if there were any bright lights, loud sounds, or sudden movements.

I gently lay on my bed and put a pillow over my head to block any noise and light. That's when the voice started.

Over and over, someone kept repeating, 'nobody loves you' and 'your worthless'. Every word that was spoken felt like a blow to my head.

I started sobbing. Not from the words, but from the pain that was accompanied with them. The sobbing made it marginally worse, which made me sob more.
The voices continued. Every word felt like a bullet now.

"Stop..." I gasped "Stop please" I said in between a fit of crying.

Without realizing, I started shouting. All through the pain and agony, the voice continued. A pounding came from my door.

"Hey!" It was Carolina. "ALASKA" she shouted. The amplitude of her voice made me scream. I could hear more people running to my dorm. But out of all the running people, there was one slow, casual walk with leather shoes.

"Get away from the door." The director said cooly. He knew this was going to happen. He was planning on it.

With a jingle of keys, the door swung open. Light flooded the room. I felt as if a bomb went off in my head. I couldn't stifle a screech.

Standing there was all the freelancers. Each looked equally mortified, except Maine.

Carolina ran over to me, tears streaming down her face. She bent down and her hair fell over my face. Carolina was always a mother to me, since we were orphaned at a young age. And York took on the fatherly figure In my life after a while.

Washington lay his hand on Carolina to comfort her. Immediately, as if she was being touched by a demon, snarled and violently shook him off.

"You did this to her..." She could barely get her words out through her gritted teeth.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on me or her again..."she whispered menacingly.

Carolina was easily aggravated. It was never good to get on her bad side. I remembered one time, when I was about 4 or 5, I ate her chocolate. For a whole month, she completely ignored me.

Her hot temper turned out for aggressive fights, vicious and skillful combat. Yet York was the only one who could easily calm her.

York took her hand and led her out. If not, she might have actually killed Washington. The rest of the freelancers left, clearly bored with the situation. Wash was the only one who stayed.

I didn't care. I understood why he was mad, what I did was not right, especially since he was in a higher position of power. But the look in his eyes didn't portray anger, but a feeling that made my heart flutter. The voice popped up in my head again. By this time I knew they implanted me with an ai with a horrible attribute for punishment. I was guessing Zeta.

"He hates you. He wants you dead." The voice kept repeating.

Normally I was able to ignore this kind of torment, but after so much of it, I couldn't help to believe what Zeta was saying.

I felt Washingtons presence disappear. Zeta tormented me relentlessly.

Thought the day, Zeta slowly ripped pieces of my sanity. I found myself repeating what Zeta was saying. At one point, I started banging my head against the wall in attempt to stop Zeta, but it just got worse. I squeezed my hands so hard, my fingernails dug into my palms and started drawing blood. The feeling he gave me was unbearable. Hopelessness, loss, agony all mixed in a boiling pot of emotions.

By the end of the day, I was done. Exhausted, weak, and virtually insane, I decided to go up to the roof. I brought my magnum. This was it.
I wanted to die underneath the night sky. I looked up at all the swirling Galaxys and shining stars. I've never seen the night sky so beautiful. I was ready to die under it.

I took the magnum out of my belt loop. The shiny metal reflected the stars. I took the safety off and pulled the gun to my head.

The cold metal sent chills through my body. I took one last deep breath. It was really going to be my last. Right before my finger pulled the trigger, the gun was knocked out of my hand. The bullet hit the floor as the gun fell from the roof. Standing at the roof entrance, was Washington.

He looked at me so tenderly and pulled me closer. He cupped my face and leaned in.

"Stay with me...." He whispered.

His lips brushed mine, and the world around us disappeared. It was just us.