𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑 [Freenbecky]

Part 29 - Let me live, Patricia.

Rebecca

Morning of another day and my body can't move a single inch without me whimpering in pain. It's as if my body's being torn apart from my movement. It hurts much that I can't contain myself from shredding tears once I had to face to the other direction. 

''Oh God Patricia w- what did you do?''  I murmured, letting out heavy breathes from each word. This is the worst thing that I had experienced, she's becoming  more of a catastrophe every day she's taking over. It's like she's getting worse everyday. Before, she'd just argue with some employees and such but now she's up to torturing my own body or may even end up getting killed.

 I rolled too far to the side of the bed where I fell off in the floor. ''F-fudge!''  I whimpered in silence as my body hit the hard floor. This is definitely torture and I don't know if my body will still last if Patricia keeps doing this. 

I am mad, terribly mad at her for doing stupid things without taking consideration of how I would feel the time I'm back at my body. I don't have any clue on what she's doing when she's in control, she won't even left proper notes elaborating the things that have happened. She would just let me handle things for her, guess the mess she's done, and feel the pain of the aftermath. She's definitely making my body surrender and if this continues, I might be better off dead than having to clean after her.

 I crawled towards the desk, having my hand completely grabbing the surface of it for support as I started lifting myself from the floor. My arms feel weak but my body especially my thighs feel weaker as the upper part of my body seems to be numb. 

I reached for the mirror to see what happened in my face because I can't almost feel it but I almost stood out of balance the time I had a view of my own reflection. My lips were busted and the right part of my check is swelling form the greenish-violet bruise in it. My arms were half covered in bruises as well.

My heart almost broke down from the sight of my own face and body. It looks pitiful that I don't even want to look at it this time. I refused to lift my shirt up because I know there are more injuries in it, just the feeling off awfulness in it makes me tear up. The pajamas that I am wearing is covering the whole part of my legs in which I also know have something terrible happened. I know it'll be covered in bruises as well, I can't bear the pain anymore. 

I closed my eyes as tears started flowing freely from it. It's just not the physical pain that's making my system heavy. It's the emotional and mental pain I'm going through. The distress that I don't have someone around to help me ease the burdens I've been carrying all this time. How can Patricia do something terrible like this? She's making my life unbearable. If only I could talk to her, I'll speak my thoughts up and definitely gonna fight for what is right.

Nothing would happen if I will just wait here in pain, withering from the consequences my own body is feeling through.