Make me

Adrian

*Tigger warning: mention of self harm and R*pe*

Why won't you stop?! Why won't you leave me alone?!

My demon tournaments me endlessly.

Where did it go wrong? Was it the day I met you? The day I realized I would never be enough for you?

Ding. Ding. Ding.

I can't wake it anymore.

Leave me alone!

Ding. Ding. Ding.

My phone continuously went off with disturbing messages and pictures being sent to me.

I tried blocking the number, but a new one would contact me.

I felt trapped with no way out of my living hell.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

I wish I could be released from this agony. I missed the safety Bellamy brought me.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Please stop. I had enough. Why me? Why do I have to go through this?

I want it to stop.

My phone grew quiet. I glanced towards it with unease. Has it stopped? I reached over to a peak. My body began to tremble as my stomach felt queasy. I got up running into my bathroom. I started throwing up in the toilet. There were old pictures sent of me getting fucked by Cains friends. It reminded me of awful times.

Ding.

I wiped my lips with the nearby towel. I took deep breaths before flushing the toilet. I slowly walked out of my bathroom. My legs felt weak, at any moment I could collapse.

Ding.

I slowly walked to my phone. I was hesitant to look but I did. It showed a live video of me running into the bathroom, then another of me checking my phone.

I was being filmed. I was being watched.

In a panicked rage, I screamed throwing my phone against the wall, smashing it.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

"I CANT!" I yelled as I tipped my dresser over, knocking everything off. A loud thud came from it.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT!" I cried throwing my remote at the tv.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

I began to flip everything in my bedroom upside down, desperately searching for the camera that recorded me.

I punched my mirror causing the glass to shatter all over the ground. My knuckle drew little blood from tiny cuts in my hand.

How did he get in my room?! Has he been watching me this whole time?!

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The sound of my phone ringing grew louder in my head. It was the only thing I could hear.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME FUCKING OUT OF HERE" I banged on my door. I had been locked in my room, because of the car incident. My father didn't want me getting out, even the windows were sealed. I was trapped in my hell.

"I CANT ANYMORE" I cried as I began to kick the door.

"Please" I whispered as I turned to my shattered mirror. Tears ran down my cheeks as I stared at myself through the broken pieces on the ground "Make it stop"

Ding.

I want to leave this life behind.

Ding.