Psychotic

PART 16/ Cassie's POV

The only place I can think of going that does not make me want to cringe is my dorm. I can't help all the thoughts of sucicide running through my mind. If I die, I will not have no worries on this petrifying tape of me. I will never have to worry about being known as the "School Slut." I made my decision on this life or death situation. As I rummage through my bathroom drawer to find pills I discover a yellow bottle that reads "Hypnotic". Memories of my boring life flash right before my eyes. In my hand I pour out 12 pills. That should be enough, right?

I grab the full glass of water and swallow four pills in one swig. I hear boots thudding there way into my dorm without any notice. It was Harry. He stands there, showing no expression at all with just a smug grin.

"Have you came in here to remind me of my mistakes?" I choke out sobbing. Death would be my only friend in this situation.

"I should have known you would just quit on yourself." Harry sighs, staring down at me.

"You were the one who did this to me? So why are you feeling sorry now?"

"Oh, you think I am the only one that isn't sorry?" He chuckles with disbelief in his cocky voice.

Before I can say anything he interupts me by saying "Your special friends, they don't like you. Did you see anyone in that crowd feel sympathy? Your "friend", Morgan? She chose a fucking party and a total scumbag over you. Everyone will choose some petty excuse over you. That group you hang out with. Yeah, they half the time don't even know you are there. They will choose and choose anything just to be away from you!".

I didn't bother to cry because everything he said had truth in it. Where was Morgan or ANYONE at that scene. My head starts becoming a blurred mess. The sleeping pills I took to commit suicide were working. I didn't have to take anyone's bullshit anymore. I wouldn't have to deal with Harry or my so-called friends. The only downside was the pulsing headache I had as I collapsed. I almost thought I would be greeted by a pit of fire and some donkey with horns writing my name down for hell but it was scarier then that.

Complete isolation and darkness. Hearing the name "SLUT", repeated over and over in my head was a nightmare I had to face everyday even in death. Shortly afterwards, there was a worried boy leaning over my lifeless body and dumping handfulls of ice cold water over my face. I wake up in Harry's protective arms on my couch with him running his long fingers in my hair. At first I thought it was Heaven, but sadly I realised it was life. I do not get up but only curl myself in a ball on his lap.

It felt unrealistic and weird. Harry came off as a hardcore badass but becoming close to my fate seemed to change him in a more pleasent way. None of the arguing seemed to matter right now. All I wanted was to feel loved and no matter how desperate I needed it, Harry could never love me. I felt a spark in my heart that travled all through my body as I shudderd in his lap. He rested his hand on the small of my back. I lay my head on his heart and listen to the sounds of his heart beating. Thump...Thump...Thump. I counted the rythem of his heart beat. No matter how much he hurt me I hope he felt the same. I didn't want to be an outcast tohim, or just another Friday night girl.

-Harry's POV-

Never in my life have I felt so important. I have watched so many lifes taken and watched their souls flee from their body. I did not plan on seeing her pure soul leave her body tonight. Whilst I told her the truth about those forgotten bitches she seemed dizzy. The last tear in her eye dropped and so did her body. My body drops down right next to her. I lightly slap her cheeks to regain color in them but no use. I bring my fingers up to her mouth and stick them down her throat as I wished for her fate back. Cassie did not deserve to go out like this. I did not want to admit I had feeling for her but I did. She couldn't be around me, I was too dangerous for her safety.

"Come on!" I shout at the dead body before my eyes. My fingers plunge down her throat. Once I feel her throat swell I bend her head over and let all the pills leave her system. I take hanfulls over cold water and drip it all over her face. To my suprise, she awakes but does not move and only clutches to me. Cassie tightly grips her hand on my shirt and embraces me while snuggled up in my lap. This was a bad timing but I really wanted to bend her right over this couch and fuck her so badly. I needed the feeling of remorce as she screamed my name. The only thing I wanted. I get everything I want with or without permission. This was not the time but I needed to gain trust.

I close my eyes and breathe. I can not love her, sociopaths do not love. Love is the only weakness and breaks down our defense. No matter how much she made me feel I had to get rid of her. Perhaps I could use her for my own purposes instead of wasting yet another life. I would have to get back on it with my co workers. Cassie could not get in the way of my business. No one can love a monster. No matter what I looked like on the outside I was an outstanding actor. All I needed to do was lure her interest even more then destroy her. Cassie could be my new project, my toy, or my doll.