TW - Very Detailed SA, PTSD, and Suicide Talk
(Pls put your mental health first, you can skip this chap, It'll be covered from another POV in the next chap that is easier to read for those of us who don't read it ❤️)
I woke up feeling like shit, and it only got worse the longer I stared at my ceiling.
It was Thanksgiving. It was the deadline for my rent and I still had exactly nothing in my bank account. No job that I could use to promise payment, no inheritance thanks to that red haired fuck that took every spare penny Benn had while he was alive, and too much shame to ask for help. I was losing my house today, but I couldn't even bring myself to feel upset.
I hauled myself out of bed to the protest of what felt like every cell in my body and went into the bathroom. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and froze. I saw the light purple marks that littered my neck.
Logically, I knew they were from Peng. He had come over last night to tell me that he was leaving town for a few days because of something Law asked him to do and wanted to leave something he could see when he got back.
Illogically, I saw the same scared girl with patches of red from her scalding shower after one of the worst nights of my life.
My chest felt tight as I felt the hands all over again. Gripping and touching and feeling sickeningly good. I hated every second of it. I shivered but the feeling remained. I rubbed my hands up and down my body, something that usually chased it away. It didn't today. It got worse and worse.
I felt the prick of his fangs and slapped my neck, panicking.
It didn't go away.
I felt his rough hands on my chest and I rubbed over them harshly to chase it away.
It didn't go away.
I felt him inside. I scratched at my lower stomach to distract from it.
It didn't go away.
I felt the warm stickiness, then the chill of it after.
It didn't go away.
It wouldn't go away.
Why won't it go away.
I fell against the wall and I couldn't breathe. I rubbed at my chest as I felt tears fall from my tightly closed eyes. I couldn't make a noise except the incessant sound of my hyperventilating. The grating noises of my wheezes made everything worse. I slid down the wall, panting and crying, unable to get the feeling of him away.
I was doing so well.
I thought I was okay.
Why won't it go away?
I opened my eyes to the brown cabinets under my sink, but the feelings kept skittering around under my skin. I saw my phone, sitting on the counter, and I scrambled for it. I tried to call Peng. My fingers were shaking as I pressed the green call button.
Ring ring ring...
Ring ring ring...
Ring-
"The number you are calling is either-"
I hung up, even more agitated than before. I looked through my contacts, spotting Killer. I hovered over the green call button but froze.
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