Why I did it

Chapter 1

'Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone I swear.' I pleaded with the figure in front of me. He only smiled and picked up the knife.

'I'm not letting you get away from me again.' I whimpered as he put the knife against my neck. 'They made you leave me, I told you, we were destined to be together. You were destined to be mine.'

'Kai, please. Let me go.' his green eyes glinted as he started choking me. He pulled my pants down feeling up my legs and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I flinched awake at the sound of my alarm. I wiped my face before I got out of bed. 

Another nightmare, are these ever gonna stop? I lightly touched where he grabbed in my dream, I could still feel him squeezing. Shaking my head, i grabbed my coffee cup, pouring the anti-murder juice into it, and went to get ready for the day. I grabbed my black ripped jeans and baggy sweatshirt out of my closet and threw it on my bed while I turned the shower on.

Standing in front of the mirror drinking the last few sips of my coffee, I watched as my reflection stared back. Tired blue and green eyes looked over transparent skin littered with fine white lines and ended at a mop of black hair that I was currently attempting to brush out. Steam rose from behind the shower curtain, and I jumped in letting the boiling hot water run over my thin figure. I sighed and my thoughts returned to my nightmare.

This was the 8th one this month. I could still feel how he touched me, how he assaulted me. I jumped out of the shower sighing in defeat, another morning with no texts. I shook my head, getting dressed and drying my hair enough to put it in two french braids. I threw on my ratty vans and headed out to the bus stop.

Yeah i'm still in high school, luckily it's my senior year. One more year getting picked on, one more year getting bullied. One more year of all these fake ass people, and being surrounded by him. I'm just glad the fucker's in jail now.

I put my earbuds in blasting my obsession artist of the month waiting to enter the most bland and predictable part of my day, math and history class. Art class, doing art I never wanted to do. Chinese or subway for lunch, sketching horror art. Then the last three classes and the bus home. Or having my boyfriend drive me to his house, or my house. Pretty interesting, I know.

Today I rode the bus home, he had to work. I had the night to myself cause my parents also worked. So I got home, heated up some food and put on a horror movie while continuing on with my sketch, a depiction of the horsemen of death.

My eyes flicked back to my wrist and I sighed, pulling my sleeve back down. My mind went back to him, what he did to me. How he never got caught. And how my current boyfriend is showing the same habits as him.

Speak of the devil, I thought when I looked down at my boyfriend calling me. "Hey baby." I held the phone up between my ear and my shoulder as I went back to prepping a quick dinner.

"Hey love, sorry I wasn't able to pick you up today. Work was crazy" he sighed over the phone and I could see him rubbing his eyes and shaking his head.

I smiled a bit "thats ok babe. I know you were busy." Actually I know that he was talking to one of his female coworkers, but I bit my tongue. He offered to stay on the phone until he got home and I agreed. He asked to facetime and my screen was filled with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He got some food, me being forced to stay quiet as he ordered and was "being nice" to the gorgeous female drive thru worker.

When he got home, still on FaceTime with me, he told me he had to go since he had a tournament with his friends and promised to text me when he got the chance. "Okay baby," I smiled. "Promise me you won't stay up too late." He promised then my screen went dark. My smile faded and I threw out my dinner, having lost my appetite. I went into the living room, stopping for a second when a memory flashed then laying down on the couch.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, sitting down on the plush sofa, and felt three wet noses on my face. I opened my eyes to three pairs, and a kiss to my face. I smiled at my dogs and petted each one. "Today's been shit." I told them and two jumped on the couch. Now they're not small dogs. They're actually quite big, the smallest being 40 pounds. That one laying on my stomach and chest. The heaviest, 60 pounds,  laying on my legs looking at me. And the other one 55 pounds laying on the chair next to me also looking at me.

The one on my chest licked my face again and I started smiling and laughing. "Ok bubba time to get up. Come on puppies, let's go outside." They all jumped up and ran to the back door. I let them out and filled their food bowls. Then went back inside to watch some tv.

By the time my parents got home I was passed out on the couch, Family Guy still playing on the tv. Shaking their heads they went to bed after turning the tv off.