Good things come with change

This can't be the end...

I wake up and look down at my shirt and wondered what happened to it to make it be split open...it must have been from the belt I must have not realized after the "beating" I basically passed out after. I hear the door open and close. I look at the right and see Brad again covered up. I almost jump from fright but I am still so tired. I noticed he had his hands behind his back... What now *mental sigh*

Brad: You must be awfully uncomfortable in that shirt and shorts.

I know this will not end well....

Me: No No I am fine.

Brad: No really I must insist to make you feel comfortable

Right as he said that he pulled a knife out from behind his back!

Me: NO NO REALLY I AM OOKAAYY!

He starts to bring the knife down almost like slow motion. I can't stop shaking and he brings it down fully and with only one hand cuts up the rest of the middle of the shirt. Then he cut the parts on my shoulders. I felt it graze my shoulders and felt a small amount of blood coming out. I couldn't help but almost like a yelp comes out. I hear Brad chuckle at my reaction.

Brad: Enjoying it sweetie?

Me: Please stop! Please Please Please let me go...

Tears are pouring down my face. He just chuckles again.

Brad: Don't worry honey I'll take care of you.

He then cuts the sides of the shorts and pull both fabrics off and fully away from my body. I am now just in my sports bra and underwear I am still shaking and crying. I feel so helpless....I am not even so sure that they will make it if they come.

Brad: Now will you be a good girl and not do anything dumb?

I nod my head silently as tears pour.

Brad: Okay I will let you out of the bounds.

He let my legs free and I could see how raw it was...Then he did the wrists I knew that they are just as bad off...I continue to lay there taken in how just plain broken I feel and then look at him.

Brad: Hmmm why don't we have some fun?

That just increased my worries I am so sorry for not being stronger I hope I didn't let the team down and my Dad. 

Brad: How about a little singing and a dance for me?

I don't know if I will be able to do this but if I don't he will just get upset. So I nod my head as if I had a choice.

Brad: Why don't you sing S&M for me?

I hate this so much he sits down on a chair and pats his lap expectantly. I got up slowly off the bed and take deep breaths. I look back at the camera and plead with my eyes to be found. As soon as I was sitting up and cleared my throat. I start the song and then move to him. I do the song the best I could so he was happy and not get mad. I start to dance like someone ugh I hate the word so I can't even think it I am so upset with myself. Then I hear a bang I think I was the front door. Brad heard it and ripped off his mask because he knew he was caught I just know it.

Brad: What did you do?!?

He didn't shout I think its to buy himself time. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. He puts his hand in his pockets and pulls out a needle and a bottle of something I can't see. I try to get get up but stay once I see he also has a gun!! Okay I should have seen that coming... He puts whatever is in the container in the needle and flicks at it.

Brad: Do you know what this is??

I shake my head confused.

Brad: Dilaudid.

My eyes open wider in fear. NO this can't happen!

Me: I will let you be just don't do anything drastic.

I didn't know he would know about that no one knows I don't think its even in my record. Brad came over and took my arm. He swiftly stabbed my arm and injected it. I can't help but start to hyperventilate at the feeling it go into my veins.

Brad: I see you soon sweetheart.

He grabs the gun and puts it at his temple. I scream right before he pulls the trigger. I hear rushing above me then hear some people at the door. Please hurry... The door is broken down. I look tiredly at the entrance. My Dad and Spencer come rushing in. They seem a bit happy to see me alive and Brad not. My Dad rushes over to me and grabs my left hand.

Dad: It's okay we got you.

I can't handle my breathing still. Dad look ready to say something but Spencer beats him.

Spencer: What is it?

I can't breath at all so I am panting and shakingly point at the bottle.Spencer picks up the bottle and then looks at the label and drops it and it shatters the only thing is glass because it is empty must be why its working so fastly...

Spencer: Dilaudid...

Dad looks at him worriedly and then at me confused. Spencer looks lost but then looks back at me also questioning me like Dad. My lungs try to grab enough air. I wheeze out.

Me: Aaaalllllergiccc

As I say this the blackness is closing in on my vision. I feel Dad pick me up very fast but carefully. I feel my heart beating so fast I know I might not make it this time. And as I am about to pass out I hear both of them asking me to stay up. I feel them rush out and I stop hyperventilating and close my eyes. This may be it I think the best thing to do is just give up...