<Xavier's p.o.v>
She's abused?!
Well, I guess that explains the bruises....
Harvey mock-pouted.
"How sad, your giving me the silent treatment. That's fine. At least I can kill this little piece of shit without you interfering." My eyes widened, and I started to struggle againstbthe binds that held me.
Harvey grinned.
"Your going to wish you never did that." And he pushed the knife further into Hope's neck.
The blood was spouting out her neck now.
Her eyes flew open. She looked desperately pale.
Harvey turned to her.
"Aah, I see your awake. Finally. Now, please stay still while I kill you. Okay?"
She said nothing.
"Good." Then Harvey got the knife, and, with his eyes on me, pushed it into her stomach. Slowly. Painfully.
It was killing me.
<Hope's p.o.v>
The pain.
It was so insistent.
The only thing on my mind was the pain.
That, and the fact that I had dragged Xavier into all this.
After all I'd done to prevent this.
But, the pain.
I couldnt take it.
I want to die.
I WANT TO DIE.
LET ME FUCKING DIE.
I scream.
I scream and scream, because I'm tired of always hiding my emotions.
Of having no choice but to push people away.
Of not being able to live a normal life.
Of not having anyone to talk to.
Of life.
<Xavier's p.o.v>
And then she started screaming. I couldn't take it.
I can't just watch while she dies in the cruel hands of Harvey.
I struggle against the ropes, but its no good.
I can't escape, and now I have to watch while Hope dies.
I have to watch while I'm defenceless and I can't help her.
I cry out, in frustration, pain, and fear.
But then the weirdest thing happens.
About five poilce women rush in, with guns pointed at Harvey.
His eyes widen in shock, and he makes a run for it, dropping Hope to the floor in the process.
Then the ambulence crew rush in.
They see Hope, and immediately get to work.
Then Blake runs in, his eyes wild.
He sees me, unties me, and rushes over to Hope alongside me.
The ambulence crew usher us away, and Blake obeys, but no way am I going to leave Hope.
I demand to come with her in the ambulence, and they reluctantly agree.
I rush in, and I hold her hand so tight.
"Hope," I whisper. "If you can hear me, I just want you to know that your strong, you can get through this. Your not going to let Harvey get away with this. You are going to win."
She doesn't stir.
She doesn't move at all.
I can't help thinking, if I loose her, it will be my fault.
I could have helped her.
If she dies, it will all be my fault.
My fault.
No, I tell myself. Stop thinking like that. She's going to get better. She's going to survive this. She's strong.
I feel a single tear drip down my face.
She must die.
She can't.
I stroke her cheek and talk to her for the rest of the short journey there.
When we arrive, my hand is ripped from hers and she's dragged away into some medical room.
I slump down on a chair.
She must survive.
She will survive.
She can't die.
No way.
Not at all.
But if she does...
If she does, I would die with her.
Harvey would have won, and I will notbstamd for that.
Never.
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