Misunderstood Control

Deaths door

She stood up, startled. “what the hell? Is this a sick joke Theodore?” she asked, frustration and anger rising in her body. “of course not my lady, it’s only as it looks.” Theodore said, trying to calm her down. “Don’t you dare call me that!” she screamed at him. There was a heavy silence in the room, as she tried her best to think everything out. What was he doing? Was he a doctor all along? As if to read her mind, Theodore spoke once more. “when we left the hospital- well.. I left the hospital with everyone else- I was offered the choice to become a doctor only because I was fit to be, and they were short on doctors after some fled. Why would I stay the way I was when I had the opportunity to become better?” he tilted his head at her. Just then, her body took control over her feelings as she swung her fist at him. Grabbing her hand, Theodore pulled her closer to him. His grasp was tight as his face twisted into a frown. “you see loralie,” he shoved her back across the room, forcing her to crash into the table of supplies. “I did miss you, I truly did. Unfortunately, I believed you were dead.” He took a step towards her, grabbing her arm and lifting her up to meet his eye level. “you’re pathetic loralie, leaving yourself behind like that. You never even took my feelings into consideration, did you?” anger quickly shifted into fear. What was he trying to do? “I left myself behind so you could-” her sentence was cut off by Theodore’s other hand grabbing her chin in his hand. “why? Why did you love me? Why did you trust me? That’s your problem. You trusted someone you nearly even know, and look at you now.” He whispered, leaning in closer to her face. Loralie struggled, trying to free herself from his grasp. Theodore let go of her cheek, and raised his hand to slap her. Loralie raised her one free hand to protect herself, but she was too late. His hand hit her face, causing her to fall to the ground from the impact. Her cheek stung and swelled, as tears formed in her eyes. “get up this instant.” He ordered, standing tall above her. Slowly, she rose to her knees, and then back on her feet. She looked down at her feet, not wanting to look at Theodore in the eyes or else he would slap her again. Theodore took a step back, grabbing something off the table next to him. “I can’t believe you.. do you know what you have done? You’re a monster, pathetic and weak. You can’t even stand up for yourself. What happened to you loralie?” he took a step closer. “what happened?!” he screamed, slamming his hand on the wall behind her. She looked up, tears stinging her face. Her gaze followed his sharp glowing eyes, a few inches above her. Removing his hand from the wall he leaned back. “you’re a liar and a fake, Theodore.” She mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.  She opened her mouth to speak again, until he rushed forward, stabbing a sharp object into her chest. The air from her lungs ran out, the pain overwhelming her. Looking down slowly, she saw what had stabbed her. A knife was lodged into her, blood pouring out quickly. Her vision was hazy and her blood ran cold. She was unable to speak, and unable to do anything. Her arms felt heavy, as Theodore twisted the knife deeper. Pain coursed from her chest and rang throughout her whole body. “Oh, and I was the one who killed your sister.” Theodore retracted the knife, backing away to watch his revenge take place. Thoughts rushed through her head. She still has to find Melanie, she still had to expose translucent hope. She still had to get revenge on Theodore. And now, her end was near. For the last time, she soon saw darkness eating at her whole, as the last thing she saw was Theodore walking out of the room, leaving her to die cold and alone.