No Love

Chapter 9

~Carly's POV~

I felt cold and lifeless. I couldn't see anything. I didn't hear anything. Is this what it felt like to be dead? Am I in hell?

~John's POV~

"Carly!? Where are you?" I frantically yelled. She was know where to be found. Did she run away? God, if I find her, she's dead. I went into her bedroom and her bathroom light was on. "Carly, are you in there?" I asked. No answer. "Carly, are you in there?" I asked louder. Still no answer. "Carly Jane! If you don't answer me right now, you will be punished." I heard nothing. "That's it!" I said running up to her door. I banged on the door, yelling her name, over and over. The door was locked. I ran into the kitchen and looked through all the drawers. I finally found a key, in the bottom of a junk drawer.

I tried not to panic. But, it was hard not too. What if she did really run away? I could get arrested! I got to the bathroom door and took a second to breath. I put the key into the hole and turned it. I opened the door and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My naked, petite, lifeless daughter lay there in her tub. The water was red, no longer able to be seen through. I ran over to her in shock, and grabbed her out of the tub. She was cold; I found a towel and wrapped it around her body. I laid my head on her chest to see if she was still breathing.

To my surprise, she was. They were soft and faint. I saw more blood beside her. I picked up her wrist and it was slit all the way across. I grabbed another towel and put pressure on the wound. "Carly! Wake up!" I yelled frantically. "Shit, shit, shit!" I said repetitively. I shook her, but she was unresponsive. Panic really swept over me.

I got a cup of cold water to attempt to wake her. I splashed her face and did CPR. Her breathing was getting better, but not by much. She started coughing. "Thank God!" I said with relief. I don't love her, but I need her. She is my living punching bag. If I lose her, I don't know what I would do. She takes the abuse. I'm sick and I know it. But, I don't care. I can't stop, and I can't get help. If I would try to get help, I could potentially get arrested. Then, I would go insane. "Carly, are you okay?" I asked looking at her. She just looked at me and then she spoke "Wh-why di-did you sa-save me? I wan-, I want to die!" She began crying. "You can't die, Carly." "I want to go to bed." She said. I picked her up and brought her to her bed.

I went to her closet and got the first-aid kit. I walked back over to her and sat at the bottom of her bed. She flinched slightly. "Why did you do it?" I asked her. She kept her head down, ashamed. "Carly, look at me." I said. Her green eyes meet mine. "Why did you cut yourself?" I asked again. "Because, I am tired of living!"

~End Of POV~

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