Saving Dallas Winston//// A Dallas Winston Story

19: Hell

Lying still in her bed, death feeling less than a mile away, her breaths were slow and steady. Oxygen drifted through the tubes and into her lungs, one of the many things keeping her alive. Her steady breathing and still body gave a convincing scene that she was peaceful. But what no one knew was she was suffering. Suffering in her own head. Her head felt like hell. The only time she got peace was when someone came to visit and their voice broke her free from hell. Y/N felt that she couldn't escape hell, she was in a fiery pit and was burning alive. But she also knew she didn't want to wake up. Hell was no better but dying was the solution to her. Stay trapped in her head hell or go back to living and face the many challenges life gave her. Death seemed like the only option.

"Hey Minnie." a voice finally came to pull her from her hell. "You banged up real bad, huh?"

"Two-Bit!" she called out, hoping he would hear. But he hadn't.

"Y'know, it's been hard not to drink the day away, knowing how you are, n' all. But the only thing keeping me from getting drunk off my ass, is that I don't want to be shitfaced when you finally stop being stubborn and wake the fuck up." she heard a sniffle, "I keep hopin' that maybe you'll hear my voice, or Darry's, or Soda's, or maybe even Steve's and wake up. I think Dally's the worst of us all though. I'm not real close with him like Johnny, but I think he blames himself for you being here. No one's seen him in a while. I think he doesn't want to face Darry and your brothers and have them hate him. But they don't blame him, cause they know it was your choice. I just don't get why you decided to go out there and get yourself killed like that. I know you've been fighting Babydoll, but c'mon. We need you here. Ya' gotta wake up and come back to us. You've missed four new episodes of Mickey and it's just not the same watching without you. I saw that kiss between you and Dal. While everyone was checking on Pony I was watching you and him. Seems I'm the only one who noticed the kiss or the way you looked at each other. I'm sorry none of us came over to you when you got shot. We were just scared the fuzz would shoot us too. Soda was fearless though. He jumped right in there to get to you. It was like we all accepted the fact that you were going to die. Pony's pretty sick. He barely remembers what happened and keeps falling asleep and waking back up. Anyways, we all miss you. Come back to us soon Sweetheart." with that, Two-Bit walked out.

Y/N screamed and cried, trying to get Two's attention. But he never heard her, and walked away.

Mark threw his balled up fists at the girl, harshly. She took a hard hook to the cheek and fell to the ground. Y/N stumbled up and backed away from the violent man. He began swinging again and she took it.

"Come on Y/N." his movie star eyes were filled with tears. Her hands were cold in his calloused ones.

"You're worthless!" he screamed in her beaten face. "Don't fight me!" she let out a brutal scream as he landed a powerful kick to her stomach.

"You can't leave us."

She was chained up once again, and he, with the belt in hand. Her feet barely touching the concrete floor of the cold basement. Slash after slash, whip after whip, she was bleeding profusely from her back.

"We need you."

She took the razor and drug it across her thighs, then her wrists. She watched in satisfaction as blood poured from her wounds. She found the pills in the cabinet, taking as many as she could swallow. She had a completely euphoric feeling coursing through her.

"Do it for me."

"How could a pretty face like you be so disobedient?" Mark chuckled darkly. She quivered in fear knowing he was gonna strike.

"Pull through."

She redressed after he took something she'd never get back. Broken sobs racked through her.