Psycho Love {Chaelisa}

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NARRATOR'S POV

She don't know for how long she has been laying on the bed. For all she know, she is lying on this bed right now tucked under the duvet that reach above her chest.

She feel cold. She feel uncomfortable. She find herself having the difficulty in breathing. She can't get a single air into her nostrils, so she has to breathe through her mouth instead.

"How...–" she heard herself sound so strain and stopped. She clear her throat and try to speak again. "How long had I've been sleeping?"  She whisper. She whisper the word under her breath, not even asking it on anyone but her own self. The question first appear in her mind due to the room setting in dim light. It feels extremely cold that she guessed it is already night time.

As she find herself struggling to got up due to the sudden pain on her head, she heard quick footsteps approaching her from her sides. Her survival mode kicks in and she swing her hand to where her instinct brought her to be.

"Mpph!" The other person whimper. The hit could be hard enough to cause the person  having bruises on the wherever spot she hit on. But, lucky the person, Rosèanne didn't have so much strength in her. So, it barely be just lik a baby punch. "Rosie its me" the person introduced herself.

Rosèanne eyes went wide as she herself come to her sense in the midst of hand in hand with the other person. "What do you think you are doing?!" She Snap. She didn't expect the latter to walk so idiotly in sneaky way. She should had told her about her presence in the room.

"I'm just.." Lisa tries to wreck her mind. What kind of excuse can she give her?

The Thai exhale a breath of frustration. She didn't mean to startle her wife like this. She is exhausted, sick and in pain. Lisa feel herself stupidly putting salt into the wound towards her love. This is the last thing she don't want to do but she did it anyway. She is so irresponsible.

"Rosie, hey" she soften her hold onto the blonde woman arms. Lisa tenderly rub her thumbs against Rosèanne skin and sat herself down slowly on the bed. She don't want to startle her again or stress her out. As much as Rosèanne hide her feeling all this time from the world, Lisa know how very sensitive her wife is. She may appear emotionless and ruthless but Lisa know there is emotions overwhelming her blonde wife always. She always feel emotions more than anyone can imagine. It is just that she never show it all out.

Want prove? This is prove. The prove of exhaustion, lack of sleep and low oxygen level. This is associated with stress and her depression.

"Lisa, go away" the blonde groan. She push Lisa hand off from her but the latter didn't budge away. This makes her eyes went wild as she look into Lisa eyes challengingly. "What? Do you want to die?" She dangerously say with her deep voice. She don't know what the problem is with the latter but she just want to be left alone in the room for now. She has a lot need to think of. She need some time alone.

Just time alone. Her heart is aching again. She dreamed. She dreamed about something she can't even forget about for all these years. The dream exactly come to her and go just as it like when she open her eyes.

The scream, the cries, the blood, the scene... It sends her into another level of pain. Extreme pain.

It is painful to see, to watch, to witness. Especially when it Involves the person that she love the most in this world.

"No my love" Lisa refused. She know she always listened to the blonde before. She left her when she told her to. She stay away from her because she instructed her to do so. And because of Lisa being so obediently nice fulfilling her every words, it leads Rosèanne astray like this. She is self destructing herself.