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Esme Opel a singer starting out in LA runs into one of the most famous singers in the world Harry Styles, he meets her and instantly likes her personality, little do they know they work at the same studio, they help each other with songs...
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Esme
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We'll be a fine line
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I feel myself drift awake, I open my eyes to darkness, the room I'm in is pitch black
I try to get up but when I move I hear chains move with me, I look down to my wrists and I see a pair of cuffs on me
so I scream, as loud as I can but it does nothing, I twist my wrists but they burn at the contact with the metal handcuffs making my skin grow raw
"someone help!" I scream again and I hear a laugh come from the other side of the room, I flinch at the sound of the man
I see the outline of the man come towards me and I turn away to what seems to be a corner of the room, I hear his footsteps grow louder and I twist my wrists again hoping that they will break and I'll be free
"hello darlin" I hear Matthews voice creep up behind me and I close my eyes, "face me esme" he says but I don't listen
I feel his grimy finger touch my body and he flips me towards him, I can see his face clear now as he holds up a lighter that lights up just the middle of his face
"Why am I here?" I ask and he stares at me, "because you took something from me, important things" he says and I scoff
"the polaroids of the kids you've done unspeakable things to right?" I snap and he snaps right back slapping me in my face, I yelp at the contact and I feel the stinging sensation rise
"don't speak to me like that" he says with his serious tone and I look away from his eyes
"you might be able to be released if you give me back what you stole" he smiles and I shake my head
"well if you wont I guess you'll stay here with me, I know we'll have a fun time" he smirks and I cringe at his words
what would he do to me?
"you can't-" I start but he cuts me off and place his hand on my bare thigh
when was I undressed?, I look down and I see just my bra and underwear are left and I feel the tears start to well up
"can't what esme?" he smirks and I shake my head
"please, please don't" I cry out and he laughs in my face
"oh, that makes me want to do it even more" he shrugs and I see him pull out a blade, he presses it to my bare stomach and I turn my head away
"look at the knife esme" he says but I don't listen and I feel him puncture my skin and I suck in a breath and I see the blade
"good, now watch" he demands and I do
I see the blade enter my stomach and I hunch over in pain making the blade go deeper in my skin
I scream out and he smiles, "Matthew, please- please stop!" I yell and he pulls the blade out of me, I see the blood gush out and I start to feel very light headed
"Esme... never forget how powerful I'll always be" he whispers and jabs the same blade into my thigh making me flinch in pain
"Fuck!" I weep out and I know he's smirking, I feel the knife leave me and I see him stand up, "I'll see you in a few hours esme, if your still alive" he says the last words and I feel a shiver run up my spine
I let out my first breath when I hear the door shut and I start to cry, I cry so hard that I feel like I might pass out, or that might be from the loss of blood
I feel my body hit the ground and I look up at the ceiling, its a pit of black
It's sort of calming, like I could think for once
I stare for a while and I start to sing a melody that came to me, I sing it over and over again for what feels like hours
and then a line comes to me, and I sing it so quietly I can barely hear it myself
I feel my hand press to my thigh and I feel the pool of blood I'm laying in and I feel sticky, I bring my hand up to my face and I see the blood drop down to my forehead and I bring my hand back down
"we'll be a fine line" I think the line over and over again a million times and more words form in my brain to make little sentences
"spreading you open", "is the only way of knowing you"
I whispers to myself and it makes me happy, hopefully if I get out of here I'll remember the sentences to write down in my journal
"We'll be alright" I whisper and I hear the door open again
has it been hours?
"Esme, your still alive" I hear Matthews words and I cringe, I see the lighter again and I see an outline of a body next to him
but when I see his face I know that I'm fucked
Patrick
"hello Essie" he smiles and I feel the tears leave my eyes, I feel Matthew sit me up and I shiver at his touch
"you've lost a lot of blood" I hear Patrick say and I see them sit down in front of me
"why are you guys here" I whisper and I see Patrick look at Matthew and for a split second I see a little remorse but that goes out the window
"to hurt you of course" Patrick smiles and I feel my stomach sink
"Patrick please-" I whisper but he's on top of me already and I groan at his weight on mine
I see the blade from earlier, it's clean now
Patrick brings it up to my jawline and he presses the knife into the skin of my jawline cutting me slightly and I whimper out, then he moves to the top part of my cheek and he does it again
"I'm begging you to stop" I cry out and he stops and looks at me
"do it again, beg for me" he smirks and I feel the bile rise in my throat, "Please Patrick I'll do anything" I whisper and he stares at me for a long second and he laughs
bringing the knife into the side of my ribcage and I fall flat on the ground and they laugh together like it's some sort of father- son bonding
I hear something at the door but it's distant and Patrick and Matthew both turn towards each other like something is wrong and I feel hope as Matthew walks to the door
my eyes start to close and I try and force myself to stay awake
I see the door open and I see his green eyes and I've never felt more scared and happy at the same time
but I feel the blood loss get to me and everything goes black
