Tales of a teenage Nothing |KELLIC|

•chapter 12•

I FEEL LIKE IM BORING YOU GUYS. ILL TRY TO SPEED THINGS UP IF YOU WANT. OH AND IM REALLY SORRY FOR ALL THE BRUTAL DEATHS. IF ANYONE ELSE DIES ILL KEEP IT SIMPLE AND JUTS HAVE A CAR CRASH OR SOMETHING. LOVEW Y'ALL💕
Vic's POV
I feel like I've been beaten almost to death and the guys who have hurt me think I'm dead so they flop me around and try to hide me. My fake smiles are getting less and less realistic. The funeral was in a week. Even though everyone in our group never knew Natalie they were coming with me. Back to Orange County. I don't think I could stand it there. I mean a man walked into Natalie's house when she was home alone, did terrible things, then hung her naked and wrote on her stomach. He didn't even use nice hand writing. Mama said it was almost illegible. I imagined her hanging there. Her purple hair not straight, not curly, not in a messy bun but just resting  there in her shoulders,crinkled instead of curled.  I imagined what he did to her. Anger build inside me. My walls were breaking down. I continued to think about her. About her childhood about her dad and aunt (who had a thing) about her mama..... Her murderer. I hated him. Not the kind of hate were someone annoys you or is mean to you of tells you your ugly. No. This was different. I knew for a fact if I EVER saw this guy ...I would go to jail. For 1000% reals. I didn't wanna live anymore and I couldn't breath even though I wasn't having a panic attack. My stomach turned. It was like a mixture of car sickness and drowning. I gasped for air and screamed and kicked at the wall. I took the little sea shell necklace she had given me and held it tight in my hand like it was actually her. I punched and kicked at the wall but I was too far away and I fell down. Minutes later, I walked into the bathroom with the little rectangle blade from my bag. I all my clothes were still on but I sat in the shower so warm water him my legs and chest and made deep cuts in my wrist, avoiding the ones that were healing from the start of the school year. I made slits half way up my for arm and on my right wrist. Blood drained from my arms and I let the warm shower water hit them and it hurt. The actual cutting doesn't hurt. It's the after part when the start to sting and when blood gushes from them. The water hitting me full blast was not helping. I let the water hit me until my arms stopped bleeding, which took a while. I turned the water off and got out of the shower but I fell again. Hitting my face against the laminate floor. My soaked clothes pined me to ground. I laid there and cried.