Living with Dead People (5sos||Vampires)

fifty one

*Nicole's POV

6. Another cut. 7, 8, 9, 10. Tanner's knife had cut into my thigh ten times already. 11, 12, 13. I cried as Tanner continued lacerating my legs with the sharp blade that was once silver, but was now stained red. 14, 15, 16. Crimson blood exuded from the cuts, flowing down my legs and creating small pools at my feet. Tanner looked at me with mischief in his eyes. I flinched as he reached his hand up to brush a few stray hairs away from my face, out of my eyes. He used his free hand to cup my cheek, and lift up my head so I was staring straight at him. Then suddenly, silently, without any word of warning, Tanner slashed my throat. 

My eyes shot open, my breathing was jagged, and beads of sweat rolled down my temples. I sat up and brought my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. A tear fell from my eye and it rolled down my cheek, I wiped it away before it could fall off my chin. I sniffled and blinked rapidly while taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I gripped the hem of my shirt, using the dry fabric to wipe away the sweat that was on my face. Looking over at the bedside table, I saw a small alarm clock, it read '2:36'.

By that time, I was wide awake, and I found no point in trying to go back to sleep. I'd had enough nightmares at that point, I didn't want to have any more. I stood from my bed and noticed I was still in my clothes from the night before, shrugging my shoulders; I existed my room and made my way down the large staircase. After navigating through the dark, slightly familiar hallways, I found myself in the kitchen. I pried open the door of the stainless steel refrigerator, but found no food. I frowned and searched the other cupboards for something that at least resembled a meal. I huffed upon finding nothing.

I hopped up onto the kitchen counter and crossed my legs. I placed my elbows on my knees, and rested my cheeks against my knuckles. I let out a long sigh, looking around the large kitchen and taking in little details.

The quiet humming of the refrigerator, the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, the small numbers on the digital clock on the stove that changed with each passing minute, the way the moon shone through the windows and created a glare on the tile floor, the occasional drop of water hitting the bottom of the sink due to the leaky faucet, all little things that I wouldn't normally pay attention to. But at that moment I didn't really want to think about anything else. My reality, at that point, kinda sucked. I'd just left the town I grew up in, behind, moving to a whole new environment, after being gruesomely tortured for two weeks straight... So I day-dreamed, and thought about other pointless things, to keep myself from reliving those horrible memories.

The silence was making me anxious and was beginning to scare me, so I sang to myself quietly. Hopefully it would ease my thoughts of worry.

"Been around the world and back this year.
Told myself I wanna face this fear, but I don't think I can stand on my own.
She's got eyes like spring, legs like the summer.
Everybody says she looks just like her mother, but I think she wants that left alone.

There's too many ways to say goodbye, but it's quite the opposite this time.

Sometimes I can't help but say,
I'm falling in love and it's scaring me.
It came to me in a dream.
Now all that's left is our empathy, but this is just the life I ordered.
One step back and two steps forward.
Sometimes I can't help but say,
'We're making history'.

Been around the world and back this year.
I never wanted to be so sincere.
I'm not a hero or a saint, but don't push me away.
When you believed in me it brought us together.
Everybody says that it won't last forever.
Close your eyes, don't cut the ties, it makes sense.