Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
Get ready for some heartbreak in this chapter. Things are going wrong for Violet but this chapter really turned out great tbh. I truly hope you enjoy reading this, if so please comment and vote and I wish you lots and lots of fun<3
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Violet Rose:
My head pounds as my whole body feels numb. I can move, I know I can it just hurts. Lucky for me I feel myself still breathing, my eyes closed and my head hung low. Breathing pains me but at least it still works.
I haven't opened my eyes since I woke up long ago. Or at least that's what it felt like. I don't know what time it is but maybe if I just keep my eyes closed it'll all fade away. It'll stop hurting and the people won't be here anymore. I haven't seen them since it happened, I don't even know when it happened.
I register my arms being tied over my head to what feels like a cold brick wall. My feet touch the ground but I'm standing on my toes, all the damn time.
I don't remember much of what happened that night. Only their voices, they're echoing voices inside my head that won't leave nor stop talking. I always hear them, threatening me, cussing me out. Hating me.
I remember their cold hands, the way they held me and carried me away when I was basically knocked out, the way they tied my wrists together behind my back, their kicks and slaps. I practically feel their hands on me.
I gave up long ago after I woke up, the tears I'm holding in unable to spill out because of my closed eyes. My wrists already feel numb because of the metal cuffs tying them together. I inhale a long, deep breath, wincing at the pain it gives me as I let out a small whimper. Everything hurts.
My hands hurt, my arms hurt, my head hurts, my legs hurt, my stomach hurts, my feet hurt, my face hurts, I am hurting. The only thing my body feels is hurt. Hurt on the outside, bruises and cuts. Hurt on the inside, I feel betrayed by Logan and yet I want him here to get me out. I'm scared, I've never been so scared in my entire life.
I don't know what they will do to me, I don't know if they'll kill me or just ruin me until I die on my own, but that scares me. I want it to stop, I want it to stop hurting and I want it to stop scaring me but I can't. I can't just pretend I haven't been kidnapped by extremely dangerous people. I can't pretend like I'm fine.
I hate being perfect or at least acting like I am. I'm not, but I have to be and nothing hurts more than all of this. I want to feel safe again, I want to be comfortable again. And the only way I can be is when I'm with Logan. Of course I have a crush on him, I've known him for about three months now, it's hard to not like him. I need him to safe me and tell me I'll be fine because I know I can trust his words. Just stop hurting, please.
My eyelids feel heavy but I still force my eyes open, blinking a few times to make my vision clearer. Everything's spinning. I lift my head with a quiet groan, trying to ignore the buzzing. Once my eyes finally focus, I look around the dark, cold and empty room. Alone, I'm alone. Thank god I'm alone.
