My Nightmare

We Are Divided

Kathy

Never in her life had she been so successful.

She had Brandon.

She had her body fit and healthy.

She had power.

Kathy was on top of it all, nothing could crush her.

"She still hates me." Brandon said. Kathy's nose wrinkled. Even mentally damaged and hateful, Brandon still pined over the wench. She wanted to snarl, but instead she stayed silent. One thing had changed about herself that she despised:

She was dependant on Brandon. Brandon had changed, both physically and mentally, as they all had. He had joined the football team, filled out more and grew an inch both in height and in the place Kathy liked most. Mentally, he had become smarter, less inclined to think with his penis. This was a bad thing for Kathy, but he had also come to the conclusion that Braelyn inadvertently killed Sam, so he wouldn't go back to her. But Kathy had been working on developing her personality, so as he wouldn't leave her, do to her shallowness. Kathy knew she shallow, but in her defense her shallowness was a survival technique. After all, no one cared if she lived or died.

.   .   .

"All I'm saying is that someone needs to find him." Kathy entered her shit hole apartment to her mom talking on the phone. "Oh Kathy. Did you hear? Jared's been sighted! I hope they catch him. Oh and your uncle is coming to visit." Kathy's car keys dropped to the ground. Near panic struck her so deep she had to concentrate on standing. "Oh don't look at me like that. Get over it, it happened years ago." Kathy swallowed the fear, swallowed her panic and went to her room.

The flash backs came without hesitation.

"Quit Screaming." He said. "Quit bleeding." He said. "It's not like we haven't done this before. Quit fighting." The doctor said she could never have children.

Never have children.

Never have children.

Kathy whirled, her fist meeting the mirror above her dresser in a cry of agony. The pain felt good, she could think through the pain.

"Get over it? Get over it!? The royal fucking bitch! Have him squirt in your eye and see how it effects you!" She called Brandon because the blood on her knuckles made her want to open a vein.

"I miss you." She said.

"I'm doing homework." He said.

"My mom's a bitch." She said.

"I really can't talk." He said.

"Don't be an asshole." She said.

"Goodbye Kathy, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." He said. 

She simply hung up. And screamed. And cried. And bled.

She bled a lot.

It was the only thing her and Sam ever seemed to have in common. Blood flow and internal struggles.

.   .   .

"Did you hear?" Brandon said, getting in the car.

"That you're an asshole?"

"No. Jared's been sighted. Someone should tell Brae-"

"If you fucking say her name I will kick your ass out and run you over." Brandon shut up for about 2.5 seconds.