trigger warning: slightly suggestive thoughts of self-harm
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"No... please!... stop!"
Kali's eyes abruptly opened, her chest going up and down at a fast rate as she felt her heartbeat racing.
She clenched her fingers tightly at the hems of her blanket as she could feel sweat sliding down from her forehead and goosebumps forming on her smooth skin.
Sitting up from her bed, she looked around her room, trying to distract her mind from thinking about the nightmare that she just had.
However, it didn't work.
The nightmare was so vivid that she had almost thought it was real. No, she was glad that it wasn't real. She never wanted to relive that nightmare.
She'd rather kill herself than go through it again.
Sighing, she stood up as she suddenly felt herself parched. Her fever had already gone down since the afternoon when Avery brought her food. She was feeling extremely better than before.
It was already pass midnight so she was sure that everyone should be sleeping already. But upon entering the kitchen, she noticed a tall figure.
It was Chand.
His back was now facing her but she knew that he must've noticed her presence and just acted as if she wasn't there.
She went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for herself. It was silent. Nothing could be heard except for the running water by the sink as Chand washes his hands.
After drying his hands, he was about to leave the area but Kali's voice stopped him.
"Do we really have to keep on doing this?"
Looking behind him, he saw Kali facing him. "Are we really gonna act as if we're strangers to each other? As if nothing ever happened between us?"
Unfortunately, Kali's pleas were only met by Chand's silence.
"Can't you at least try to hear me out?" She tried yet again. She tried to speak with him multiple times in the past, to explain everything that actually happened. But time coupled with Chand's cold shoulders didn't let her.
He wanted nothing but to be away from her.
"What more is there for you to say? We've already broken up," he spoke. His words were cold and harsh but Kali didn't let it affect her, not yet.
"About what happened that night. I want you to know," she said, trying to keep her voice from breaking.
Chand sighed after hearing her, "Stop."
But Kali didn't want to stop. She finally had the chance to tell him everything, so why would she? And so, with a small voice she tried to tell him while intending her voice to not break. Tried.
"Chand, that night..."
"Stop," he said.
"I don't know who the guy was, I swear. But h-he—"
"I said stop."
Kali's voice was so soft, almost like a whisper, as she tried to force out the words that seemed to have been stuck in her throat, "H-he was stalking me... and after I went out from that cafe, h-he tried to—"
"FUCK, KALI! I SAID STOP!" Chand cut Kali off. The girl flinched as Chand slammed his hand on the countertop.
He couldn't think straight after the memory of that night played inside his mind like a broken record. All he could see was red after remembering Kali lip-locking with a stranger.
He looked angry. He is angry. He never wanted to remember what he saw that night. It scarred the hell out of him.
The expression on his face caused the words in Kali's mouth to die out. She was trying to hold the tears that had formed in her eyes as she was trying to recall that traumatic night.
Petrified of what was about to come, Kali held her breath as she saw how numb Chand's eyes looks at her.
"I told you to stop. Please... don't make me hate you more than I already do," he pleaded before leaving her there in the kitchen.
His words grazed deep into her wounded heart, forcing the tears she's been holding so far to finally run down, tainting her cheeks wet.
