Soulless-Remastered.

Chapter One - Pilot

I lay awake in my lonely bed. The sheets were cold and my legs felt like they had little prickly thorns sticking out of them. I tried to lay down the untamed hair but the attempt failed. My eyes were baggy because of the late night me and Brian had, wine and dancing at the bar, I walked home since he wanted to stay.

I hard strange noises above our low roof, the beer stains and the firemen's pole on the bed next to me, Brian ordered that for him and myself, you probably know what its for. I don't even know how to use such a thing, a roof barely reaching seven feet.

It wasn't pleasant, groans and moans took control of my ears, reaching to the bottom levels of the apartment complex. I took my pistol and loaded it, making sure it was heard, making it the loudest loading sound ever, then I aimed at the ceiling, ready to shoot if the noise kept up.

The noises calmed down in an instant. I would never shoot a ceiling, its basically a free rat hole for the little buggers to get free food. I don't have a single morsel to spare, considering my boyfriend uses all of the extra money for beer and other "necessities" like marijuana.

I shake my head when the money could be used for more food or to go see a movie, although he does not like, or even bother, to think about the movies. His name is Brian, the handsome, tall, black haired man with blue eyes and sparkling white teeth, on the outside he seems perfect. On the inside is a whole different story. The inside of him is like a rotten can of beans, the one nobody likes. I honestly don't know why I'm still with him. He has beaten me, tortured me.. but I feel so alone without him. I cant live without him, I love him.

I love him so much I hate him just as much as I hate myself for loving him.

I hear the door open up.

"Hello." I say, Brian walks in drunk with a sway, his eyes are slightly cross and his belches reek.

"W-what's up b-baby?" He sweeps his hand over my soft cheek, then down my neck, then down my waist.

"B-brian stop." I try to fight. Nothing works when he is angry drunk. I learned to not fight when he sent me to the hospital with a bloody nose and a bruised upper lip, along with some needed stitches.

I take my hand and slap him, even though I don't like doing it, he needed to snap out of it, drunk or not drunk. His eyes glare at me, looking at me like I'm his next meal, like I'm the seal and he's the blood-thirsty shark, thirst never quenched. His hands gripped around my neck, carrying me to the wall behind us. He gripped even harder, I could feel the blood trying to escape my face and the air was being cut off from my lungs, I gasped hard, but nothing came in. I blacked out. Slowly fading, the last thing I felt were the hands clamped to my neck.

I heard a high-pitched squeal once I woke up and regained my sight a few seconds later. He was sitting on the chair, I crept up quietly, then I heard a snore. I stopped creeping and ran to the bathroom mirror, terrified of what happened.

My neck was bruised with the colors of red and purple and a touch of black and yellow. I cringed at the sight of it. A tear fell from my cheek and onto my hand. But something was off about the tear, it was cold.. I looked down and the tear was red. A blood red. I wiped it off quickly then checked my hand, no blood. I checked my eye in the mirror, nothing unusual besides the redness and swelling from tears and lack of oxygen. I was done with Brian.. I was so done. I can't take it anymore.

The turkey carving knife in my hand, I crept up to his sleeping body. I was inches from his body, the snoring stopped. I started sweating in panic. He opened his eyes. I ducked behind the chair, he stood up, brushing himself, I ran behind the kitchen counter, the knife in one hand, the counter on the other, right before he turned around I ran into the bedroom where we sleep, I heard him open a bottle of pills and swallow some, taking it down with what I assume was beer and hid until I heard him trying to come and greet me.

He quietly opened the door, he knew I was there.

"Oh Ashley." He creepily smiled. The door swung open quietly as I aimed for his chest. He grabbed my wrists and held me against the wall, the knife in my hand fell to the ground, he threw me down, and slashed me across the face with his blade. My knife was under the bed. I pretended to faint, having a plan in mind. He tapped my on the back, I heard a zip, I tensed, I grabbed my knife and waited for him to get a bit closer...

He starts removing my bottom when he starts to touch my hip, I turn around so fast he has no time to react, I insert the knife into his stomach, his eyes were wide with pain, red, thick liquid started dripping down his wide open mouth, his breath smelled like beer and blood. I ripped the blade up, he jerked, then I removed the blade, he started to shake, he started to shiver, he fell to his knees, then face first to the ground, he turned so his face wasn't planted in the polished wood, a pool of blood started dripping from his mouth and nose.

I put my hands on my face. What had I done? I had just.. murdered someone! I try to pull my pants up, but just ended up getting them soaked with blood. I cry out loud, my head starts to thump, it hurts. It hurts so much, My arms grew weak, my breathing started to slow, I was going to pass out.

I slowly but steadily, walked barefooted across the wooden tile floor, stepping in blood and broken glass from a beer bottle. Which ended in more blood, my shoe he removed was in the way, I tripped on it, landing in the glass, my hands were soaked and my face was scratched majorly.

I reach the bathroom just before I pick up the home phone.

"9...1...1" I click call, my vision fades slowly as I see words slowly being written on the wall with Brian's or my own blood.

"Soulless b.." I collapse to the ground before I could finish reading.

"Hello? Ma'am? Hello?" The woman on the phone picked up, my hearing faded and I heard that high pitched noise again.

"H-help.." I whimpered then dropped the phone next to me.

I black out completely, unable to hear a single word, feel a single tear in my skin, see the blood covering my floor.Not a single creature or person or anything could wake me from my deep traumatized slumber.

Everything was black. Completely and absolutely black.

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