The end of the world

Chapter Eighteen

TW: This chapter contains mentions of rape and suicide if these topics are triggering for you I advise to skip those parts. I will put a TW when they come.

🏹Figure Out🏹

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"Tell me something, boy

Aren't you tired tryna fill that void?

Or do you need more?

Ain't it hard keepin' it so hardcore?"-Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper

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Yelling.

Screaming.

Yelling and screaming.

Blood flying.

Blood everywhere.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

"Bella! Bella!" I gasp awake, sitting straight up in bed. Miguel was sitting next to me with his hands on my shoulders. My face feels wet. I touch my face to be met with tears. I didn't even realize i was crying. I must have been crying in my sleep. Miguel strokes my hair trying to calm me down.

I inhale deeply with my eyes closed. The tears stop streaming down my face. I look at Miguel with glazed over eyes. "Why do you care about me so much? Why did you choose me?"

Miguel smiles at me. "Because I couldn't help but falling in love with you." My eyebrows furrow.

"Why do people say falling in love? Or fell in love." I wait a beat. "When you fall you get hurt. When you fall you bleed. When you fall you scrap your knees. When you fall you hit the hard ground making it hard to breathe. When you fall you get injured. I didnt fall in love with you." Miguel looks taken aback.

I grab his hand and squeeze it. "I'm in love with you." I continue, "I'm in love with the way your smile is. The way you hair looks all tousled when you get up in the morning. I'm in love with your laugh. I'm in love with how contagious you bright smile is." I pause with a smile on my lips. "I dont believe we fell in love with each other."

I take a deep breath and close my eyes with a sense of peace on my face. "I believe we are in love with each other unconditionally. We're in love. Not falling in love. We are in love with each others personalities. With each others mind, heart, and soul. We're in love not falling."

Miguel looks at me silently. He smiles before saying, "I love you." Miguel presses his lips against mine. Our kiss explodes with everything thats left unsaid. We break apart and lean our foreheads against each other. "I love you." Miguel says once again.

He kisses my forehead. He trails his lips with kisses all the way down to my earlob. Then he travels to my cheek. He moves to my jaw and all the way to my chest.

I sigh, relishing in the feeling Miguel gives me. He kisses my chest one last time before connecting our lips again. I put my hands on his cheeks. "I love you." I tell him with a soft smile. He smiles back at me with a contentful sigh, before both of us lay back down on the pillows and fall back into a peaceful sleep.

A couple hours after i feel back to sleep i woke up with a horrible pain in my stomach. It was the normal stab wound pain. It was the nauseous type of pain. I jump up in bed awaking Miguel from his peaceful sleep. I ran to the bathroom thats across my old bedroom. I throw myself on the ground and start wretching. Miguel without my knowledge followed me and starts holding my slightly longer hair back.

I heave and i heave until everything is out of my stomach. I lean into Miguel chest, stomach aching and tender. I winch putting my hand on my still sensitive knife wound. "Again?" Miguel questioned.