WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Thirteen | And Then She Ran

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Christina's POV

4 Months Until Victoria's Death...

I ran and I ran until I could barely hold my breath. A part of me knew he was nowhere near me, but the other part could sense him following me. Like a shadow in the dark, he didn't need any form of light to show up and stick to me. I could feel him behind me. Running to hold me and finish what he started.

I found myself back at the sign that read WE WISH YOU A SAFE JOURNEY, could I have already ran that far? I ask myself. I don't know why I didn't seek shelter or ask for help from any of the people I saw rushing past me with their cars like ants running away with their food. It felt like the whole city was evacuating and running away from something, something dark, something coming to kill us all, but I knew this was just my mind playing games on me.

When I was six, I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, which means I see and hear things that aren't actually there. Weirdly enough I only get my schizophrenic episodes when I am afraid, afraid of losing, and today I was afraid I would lose my life. I never imagined Samuel of all people holding me by the neck and choking me. Taking my soul away for a girl. I remember when we were kids running around the park and he had no one in his mind but me. I was the girl he was going to kill for and protect till his final breath, but this bitch Victoria came into his life and stole my Sami away from me.

"Fuck!" I yell into the darkness. I fall down on my knees and start crying. I couldn't close my eyes because whenever I do I see him holding me down in the car and sucking the life out of me, with no remorse or emotion in his eyes. What I hated most is that he seemed to have enjoyed hurting me. Like my pain and my gasping for air gave him a sort of satisfaction. I couldn't cry for too long because I would see hallucinations of him whenever I looked behind me and I ran more and more. Until finally I fell down on the floor — I couldn't run any longer.

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"Where the fuck am I?" I jump at the sight of him, a tall man wearing nothing but black shorts with a huge smile on his face. Could I be dreaming? I thought that somehow in this weird world I was still in the hospital and that everything that happened was nothing but a dream — an episode. I had these moments when I was younger when I would live weeks of my life only to wake up and find out it was nothing but a dream. I used to get seriously depressed whenever these days would come because in a sadistic way I was more attached to my dream life than I was to this shitty fucking reality.

I mean, what do I have here? Parents who could give Jackson Bollocks about the fact that I died. A boyfriend who couldn't bother checking up on who actually died in a massacre that his own cruel father did because of his whore of a mother. And now a girl who took my man away by being nothing but a bitch to him. It's true, my parents are still mourning their poor little Christina who died in a fire. The police called them and texted them but they were simply gone – vanished.

No one could get a hold of my parents for weeks until a month later they were found partying in Vegas and getting drunk. It's like they were celebrating my death like they finally got that out of the way. I picture them laughing at me from above, wherever above is, and I believe they think about how nice life is now that I am gone. My dad always hated Samuel "He is a bad influence" he used to always say.

My father never accepted Samuel, or my choices in this life. I wasn't allowed to eat certain foods, be out after certain times, and I wasn't even allowed to lock my bedroom door because he was too worried I would be getting fucked by someone behind those closed doors. I was 12 years old last time I saw my parents, fucking 12. Who even has time to have sex at 12 anyways. My mother was never attentive of my life either, "Listen to your father Christina." She always said as she took another sip of her drink.