"so tell me. Does that make me the devil... or an angel?"
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TW|| suicide, murder, rape, sexual assault.
(Does not romanticise any of these)
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His hazel dragon eyes were so painfully irresistible to her, and her emerald siren eyes were mo...
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Kelani
It feels like my heart plummets straight to my feet when I see the same tattoo I saw over four years ago, on one of the men who tore my life to shreds.
And that man happens to be one of the closest people to me, someone I considered a confidant and a bestfriend. Someone who made it seem like he had the upmost respect and love for me whenever he'd get defensive if he saw me upset, assuming someone had hurt me.
Little did I know he was one of the people who hurt me most in the world.
It all feels like a dream. Some fucked up dream. The colours all turn green and red, faces morph into unrecognisable swirls and the world shrinks in on me as I fall to the ground, hitting my head on the wall behind me.
With each sharp inhale, my heart squeezes as though something has a tight grip around it. I blink, and blink, and blink again trying to wake up from this nightmare.
He's ontop of me, the snarl the menacing grin, I see it, his blue eyes filled with venom and blood, I try to push him off, he grabs my arms, my throat is about to tighten before I let out the same horrified scream I did that night.
Blood bubbles in my chest when I kick him off of me, I shoot to my feet and without a second thought grab the short blade from the strap around my thigh. I'm prepared to launch at the man who was ontop of me, seeing the same man who raped me four years ago.
I remember it now, his face. It was Sebastian. And the world continues to swirl around me as I yell and charge to slide the blade across his throat.
But I'm pushed back, a strong force presses me up against the wall, multiple forces. I keep my eyes on my target, fire spreading through my veins as I try to push myself free.
I'm constricted. My chest tightens, my throat hurts, my teeth hurt and my jaw aches when I scream again. I'm back to that night, losing my control and strength.
I don't recognise anyone around me as I keep my scope of vision past all the heads and onto my assaulter.
My screams are louder and more painful when I feel like I'm being carved into my back again, the sharp feeling scraping against my skin then breaching my barrier, causing me to bleed. It hurts, I'm there again. Why am I there again.
The trees, the lamp posts, Alaiyah crying bloody murder beside me as she watches me get raped by two men while she continues to be abused by her ex-boyfriend. I hear nothing but our screams.
No one helped, our cries for help were ignored. My howls were blocked out. Just like it is now.
"Stop!" A muffled voice in the distance tries to scratch through the blurry vision and sound around me.
"I said get the fuck off of her!"
The strong forces are slowly weakening, my arms are free, the bodies are off me, the assaulters are off, I blink and I charge again, I can kill them this time. They won't hurt Alaiyah, she won't kill herself again. I swing my arm and manage to get Sebastians arm or shoulder, there's a sweet shout of pain, and when I try to swing again my arms are grabbed.
