2. Abandoned Doll (II) by Sarae

Chapter 7

Bill's P.O.V.

I felt sticky and frozen. A cold sweat ran down my skin, causing my clothes to stick to my body. I was so worried that I began to be gobbled down by a big feeling of desperation, making it hard to breathe while I felt how my lungs were filled with air to the limit, about to implode. Yet, I was gasping for air.

My eyes were closed. I couldn't see anything. Everything was dark.

I had to find someone, but it was impossible to do so in the darkness.

I didn't see anything. I wanted to scream that name but didn't know which one. I wasn't even able to scream. I was drowning.

Suddenly, a blind hate took control of me. If there had been something in front of me, I would've thrashed it and destroyed it, smashed it... no matter if it was a person. I would've crushed their head, whoever that was, without thinking it twice.

I felt such hate and such darkness, such desperation... I knew I couldn't escape from that. I knew that only one person, the one I was looking for and longing for in silence, could get me out of it.

But he wasn't there.

I knew he wasn't there so... I decided to stop fighting back and rather drown into the obscurity.

That person wasn't there. It was pointless to get out of the gloom if he wasn't there. It wasn't worth it.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes and everything became brighter. A dimness that allowed me to see figures in the night, shadows of the furniture, and the subtle light that slipped through the open window of my room.

Next to me, I heard a weak sob. I turned my head slowly and found Scotty standing there, his front paws leaning against the bed, looking at me and whining, trying to get my attention. I moved slowly and he barked. My shirt was stuck to my chest due to the sweat, which was freezing me. It was too cold. My body was shaking in a worrying way and my breathing was very heavy and irregular, almost anxious. I felt a hole in my chest that made it hard to breathe and I also felt very lightheaded. My head was spinning around and around as if I was on drugs. When I brought my shaking hands to my face, I felt the tears mixing with the sweat of my body. And then I realized what was going on.

I jumped out of bed quickly, tripping onto the floor right after. I started coughing and it felt as if it could rip my chest. I noticed how the suffocation grew. I stood up lazily, holding onto the doorknob and then walked out of my room, anxiety taking over me.

While going downstairs, stumbling over the final step, I was holding on to the handrail so that I wouldn't fall. Scotty followed me. He was sobbing and going in circles around me, trying to make me step back, but I ignored him.

My mother's car keys were on the table in the living room. She always left them there at night and they were always there the next morning. I hovered over them, snatching the item and leaning a hand against the wall as I walked down the hallway that led to the door. I finally got out of the house.

Scotty began barking loudly while I walked up to my mother's car, opened it and got inside, sitting in the driver's seat. While my heartbeat at 130mph, I put the keys in the ignition and started the car.

I already had my driver's license, although I never drove, ever. Not after the accident in the city, which wasn't even my fault. A jerk ignored the stop sign, but I didn't care about that now...

I put my hand over the gearshift, but... I froze...

Bill... Are you stupid?

You know Tom needs help. No. You know Tom needs your help, but... Does he even deserve it? No... he doesn't, not after humiliating you, crushing your heart with no mercy and leaving you to your fate after taking advantage of you. He doesn't deserve it and you don't have to go for him, nor offer yourself again like an idiot. You don't have to. No...