The Taste of Your Lipstick [ONE DIRECTION FAN-FICTION]

CHAPTER 12

LILY POV

                His eyes were such a vibrant shade of blue, it was almost unreal. His eyelashes were longer than I realized, they just barely brushed against his skin as he smirked down at me. His skin was a ghostly white, making the spots of blood stand out even more. He had some light brown freckles on the bridge of his nose that I’ve never noticed until now.

                It’s funny how you notice the small things like this when you’re so close to death. It wasn’t fair. It shouldn’t have to end like this, at the hands of the boys who had saved me from doing it myself. I looked up to them, I was in love with them. Especially the blonde one who I was now face to face with. Something I had dreamed of before, but feared for my life now.

                He shot his hand out and pulled on my straps. My arms fell free, and he did the same to my stomach strap and feet straps. I slid off the table and onto the floor. I couldn’t stand up if I wanted to, I felt like I had been in a car that blew up. Oh wait…

                My hair hung over my eyes as Niall pulled me up by my underarms. Someone else grabbed my legs, his hand were large and firm so I’m guessing it was Harry. They carelessly tossed me onto the table, they hadn’t bothered to wipe Pagan’s blood off. It was pooled underneath me, the cold liquid sending chills down my spine. I clenched my fists as Niall gently brushed the hair out of my face as Harry strapped my feet in. Niall did my upper body, then took a step back.

                He looked down at my with a wide grin spread across his face. Our eyes met, and his smiled brightened. His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.

                “You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.” He whispered, he brushed his hands up my body. He bent down and touched his lips to my ear “Your body makes me hungry.”

                I shuddered as his hot breath filled my ear. He stood back up and walked around the table, lightly tracing his fingers over my body as he did. He stopped at the cart, but still kept his fingers on my side. He tickled me lightly, and I silently thanked god for not making me ticklish.

                Niall looked over the cart of tools carefully. He furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his chin. He laughed to himself and shook his head. He grabbed the scissors off the cart and started to cut off my clothes. He got my shirt off and looked down at my chest. He took my breast in his hand and squeezed. It almost felt good at first, but his hand clenched harder and harder. He dug his nails into my skin, drawing blood. He dug them in deeper, making my blood come out faster. His fingers were buried deep inside me, and he jerked his hand back.

                The scream that came out of me didn’t feel like it came from me. It was like someone else was screaming for me. It didn’t sound like me. I didn’t feel any pain either. My body felt numb. My mind felt numb. Everything was just numb. Somehow I knew the scream was mine, but I don’t know why. I felt like I didn’t have a body, like I was just existing.

                Niall hovered over me, holding something in his hand. Blood ran down his arm and dripped from the object. Then I realized the object was my breast. He smiled at me and shoved it in my face. He rubbed it in, and laughed as I tried to shake him off. He took it off and tossed it in the bucket.

                I started to feel again, starting with my head. I could feel bits of muscle and fat on my face, and the trickle of blood down the sides. As the numbness started to lift from the rest of my body, I felt the searing pain of my missing breast. I dug my nails into my palms and bit my lip. I refused to scream again, especially when he was just watching me curiously.

                I could finally feel my entire body again, just as Niall went to grab something off the cart. I didn’t look over as I was trying to keep myself from screaming, but I found out soon enough. He stood at the end of the table, by my feet, holding the small bottle. I was confused at first, I wasn’t sure what it was. He popped the cork off the top, and shot me a wicked grin. He tipped the bottle and poured a small drop on my leg. I squeezed my eyes closed, not wanting to watch.

                The small spot on my shin felt like it was on fire. The liquid ate through my skin, the hot, searing pain swept through my body like waves. I screamed again, but this time I was aware of it. I felt another drop on my other leg, my pain doubling. I felt like I was on the verge of blacking out, but something held me awake. He dripped more up both my legs, I could feel that my shins were almost completely bone.

                The anguish still burned through me, but I knew he stopped dripping it on me. I kept my eyes shut in fear of what I would see. I heard him take something off the cart. I didn’t dare open my eyes now, I didn’t care what he did anymore. I just wanted him to kill me. Kill me and get me out of this. This is what I wanted at one point, right?

                My thoughts were cut short as something sharp plunged into my stomach. It was pulled out as fast as it entered me, and repeated like this. Over and over Niall stabbed me, until he got bored. Somehow throughout all of this I didn’t scream. It was like my voice left me. It hurt, but I was starting to become numb again.

                He hung his face over mine, his blonde hair falling into his eye as it was not in its usual quiff style. I mustered a glare and he laughed.

                “I love the sassy ones.” He said with a growl. He turned hastily to the cart, and bent down to one of the lower levels. “Can one of you boys help?” He called out and Harry rushed over. Niall handed him something, and Harry ran across the room and bent out of sight. Niall stood up, holding a power saw in his hand. He pushed the button down and the saw started up. He pulled the cord of the saw and walked down to my hips. He pushed his down between my vagina lips, and pushed it through my body.

                It was nothing like I had ever experienced. My body exploded with agony as I let out a last scream. It rang through the room like a bell.

                Without warning the pain stopped. I was looking down on myself. My body was mangled and almost unrecognizable. Niall was still slowly sawing me in half. I didn’t feel any of this though. My body didn’t look like it did when I last saw it. I was a lot thinner than before. My hair was matted and bloody.  My skin looked like paper. My cheek bones stuck out. I wasn’t me.

                I watched as Niall cut through my abdomen. As soon as he reached my rib cage, I was pulled back into myself.

                As cliché as it sounds, my entire life flashed before my eyes. My first birthday. Kindergarten. Picnics with my mom. My fifth grade graduation. Meeting him. My scene phase. Losing my virginity. My relationship with him. The start of my addiction. The death of my mother. My self-harm. The abuse. Waking up in the hospital. My suicide attempt.

                In this split moment, I realized I wasted my life on someone who didn’t love me. On someone who almost killed me. He used to be my everything until I discovered One Direction. I guess I just have a thing for murderers.

                Niall forced the saw into my chest.

                His maniacal smile was the last thing I saw before I faded to black.

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So folks, thats it. the end of The Taste of Your Lipstick. There will be an epilogue, I'll try to upload that tonight. I really hope you guys liked this, I had so much fun working on it. I'm sad for it to end, but I'm excited for my new fic. It's gonna be a lot longer than this one, and I really hope you all like it. 

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