Dylan & Ally's Immortal Love #Wattys2015

Chapter 44: The End...

Chapter: 44
"Breathe!" I demanded.

"Please, breathe!" I whispered.

"I can't!" My voice cracked.

I passed my trembling fingers through my hair, sniffling. I felt pain in my eyes from the amount of tears I spilt.

I wasn't supposed to have anymore nightmares, because I was finally happy... But apparently not. This time, the nightmare had Adrian get brutally murdered. All the stabs he got, the blood that spilled, his screams of pain, and the tears trickling down his face... It was the most horrible nightmare so far. I saw his eyes pop out, his skin get torn apart, and images that made me want to barf.

It was past midnight, but I was too horrified to check the watch. Mom didn't come tonight... Having a night shift.

There was an immerse pain slashing my heart, as tears ran down my face uncontrollably. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't even breathe. I wanted to slash my skin open, or suicide, but I was too broken to even move.

Suffocating, that's what I felt... Agony.

I chocked on my tears, sobbing, and pulling at my hair. I ran to my room, wanting to get the blade, but I tripped and fell to the ground, and I couldn't keep it in. I was just crying my heart out on the floor, slamming my fists against the ground. It was too much!

I wanted to just die and get relieved from the pain Adrian left me in. "Why did you leave me?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, feeling like I was getting stabbed in my heart.

I managed to get to my feet, and get the cigarettes pack. My hands were trembling too much to be able to lighten it, so I threw it on the ground. The mirror in front of me reflected my image... Pathetic... I screamed at my reflection, and unconsciously grabbed one of the books on the table, and threw it with all the power I had... It cracked. Suddenly, I found myself punching it, and it shattered to pieces, my knuckles started bleeding as I shrieked in pain.

"Damn you! Why did you leave me?!" I clutched my hand, screaming at the air.

I rested my head on the wall, continuing to bawl my eyes out. I couldn't breathe, my head was aching, and my throat was burning.

I managed to get an old shirt, and wrap it around my bleeding cuts on my hand, after calming down for a bit. My lip quivered, the tears running silently, as I sat on my bed, and got the photo album. From a hidden place, I got the picture of him.

"Adrian!" My voice broke as I touched his picture, a hole formed in my heart... It was a photo of him in black and white... He had his fingers lifting the corners of his lips into a grin, his dimples showing, and his gaze was somewhere far... He had a beanie on, his hair sticking out from under it.

I cried out loud, remembering him clearly... He had light brown hair, and blue eyes that never lost their glint, not even when he was bullied, until the day he killed himself... that day, it was the first (and last) time I see the blue eyes just turn off. His skin was perfect, and he used to be so neat, and fashionable, also protective.

I hugged the picture, sobbing. And then did that thing... The thing that I thought I wouldn't do until it was time to get out of this house for good.

I stood up... With trembling, unsteady steps, I made my way out of the room... And walked in the hallway.

I was in front of his bedroom... I panted, and my tears falling in huge amounts.

I touched the handle of the door, and taking a deep breathe, I opened it.

...

To say that I couldn't really get the ability to take oxygen wasn't what happened... I fell to the ground. A scream, and a cry burst through my lips as the images and memories of his suicide flashed in my brain, causing a tornado of emotions.