The Girl He Never Wanted [Completed]

22-STALKER

STALKER

I looked back down on the man bleeding on the floor.

It was Mark.

I dropped the dagger I was holding. I took a step back before realizing he needed help. He was bleeding profusely from a huge cut on his forearm.

"I...I...I'm s-sorry!" I uttered as I tried to approach him, but I couldn't. My eyes well up with tears. I tried to go near him again, but I just can't.

"No, it's okay. I got this." He stopped me from trying to approach as he grabbed his bleeding arm.

"You are bleeding!" I was scared for him, and I am getting hysterical. Blood started to spurt more as he gripped his arm. The cut seems deep and long. I may have sliced some major artery.

"Don't worry about me." He took his shirt off and wrapped it around his wound.

"You need to go to the hospital! Leave!" I wanted him to go and get his wound checked and fixed.

"I am not leaving," he shook his head and continued wrapping his arm.

"But you could die!" He is losing a lot of blood.

"I don't care! I am never leaving you again!" He yelled back at me.

I started to shake from fear for him. The cut looks serious. I ran outside and went to the garden and grab some medicinal herbs. He followed me out but went directly to the river. I brought the herbs there and started mashing them with a sharp stone over a flat one.

I kept glancing at him as he walked into the shallow part of the river and started washing his wound. I finished the medicine and I followed him. I grabbed his arm and applied it before taking my top to wrap his wound with it.

I stared into his arm, and I was panting from so much worry. I looked up to him and I saw him already staring at me with tears in his eyes.

"You are touching me," he choked on his tears. "You are finally touching me."

I froze and instantly let go of his arm. I stepped back before turning to go back inside the house to huddle in the corner again. My clothes are dirty and wet but I would never notice those.

My heart pounded and raced into uneven beats. I started to lose control of my mind as it wanted to relive unwanted memories. I started to hyperventilate as I held into the dagger again. The only thing that has been keeping me feel safe these past few years.

My therapist suggested methods I am most comfortable with to help me feel safer. My greatest strength was to fight back but I did not get to do that when I was pinned helpless. I wanted to take back that control and strength. My dagger helps me ground from panic attacks. It makes me feel safe.

Along with therapy, I have trained to hold the tiniest weapon and wield it for protection. I could have fought harder back then. I won't go down again without a fight. My new story will not end with me getting pinned down helpless. It will end with me standing in the middle of dead bodies. Worse, I will go down with them into the pits of hell. Even there, I will continue fighting them.

He followed me inside but stayed by the door of the bedroom. He watched me and started to panic on what to do. He kneeled in front of me from a few feet away. I wield my dagger in front of my body.

"Baby..." he whispered as he tried to get my focus. But I couldn't snap out of it and continued to wield my dagger at him.

"You abandoned me." I whispered my complaint as tears slowly fall. It hurts but I no longer know him. He is no longer the man I could trust the most. He abandoned me. He forgot about me and moved on. I thought he would fight for me. But I realized I could not depend on anyone else but myself to protect me.