A Fatal Passion Forged In Black ~Motionless In White

~ Chapter 22 ~

Abigail's POV

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I wake up in a strange room with dark grey walls and no furniture. I turn around and face a group of people. In the group I can identify Devin, Mom, Dad, Balz, Vinny, Ryan, Chris, my ex TJ, Rebecca, Victoria and Ricky. They all stand staring at me disgustedly. It is complete silence until my mother speaks up.

"She's right you know. That whole accident wasn't even an accident at all. It was planned to get rid of you and your little brother. I just couldn't stand having you around anymore and neither could your father. You deserved everything thrown at you, you ungrateful little bitch." She says coldly and walks away with Dad and Devin. They both look at me with hatred painted clear across their faces. Then Victoria steps up to give me her hate.

"I told you I was right. All the good time Balz and I have had together laughing at your pathetic little ass," she sneers and walks out of the room as well as Becca. I stand frozen in place, absolutely unable to move as each word is thrown at me. Balz, Vinny, Ryan, Chris and TJ then come forward.

"What a great time high school was, huh? I must have to thank you for giving me a reason to wake up each morning," Ryan starts, "seeing your well deserved suffering each and everyday made my day." He smiles as him and the rest of the pack follow him out the door. Only one person is left in front of me, and I would rather die right here, right now than to hear what he has to say.

"Where do I begin?" Ricky smirks staring into my soul. "I can't believe how good I had you believing in the whole little act, that's pretty funny. All of the things we did, the guys thought it was pretty funny too. All that time, your stupid naive ass actually believed that someone actually gave two shits about you. Well, I guess you should have just finished what you started. No one gives a shit anyway. We would be better off without you." He says and kicks something over to me. I pick up the shiny piece of metal and he stares at me. All of my assumptions in my head have come true. There is not a single reason to live now. My existence here will only consist of lies and annoying everyone else around me. I look between the cold object and Ricky; the man that I believed with everything within me loved me. Tricked me every single day but I was of course too stupid and naive to see it. Now it is as clear as day. I hold the razor a centimeter above my arm and look back at Ricky.

"I don't know what the fuck you're waiting for, but no ones gonna ask you to stop so let's get this show on the road," he tells me and I nod through my tears. The razor glides vertically up my arm deeply and blood pours out very quickly and my vision becomes blurry. Right before I hit the ground I see Ricky staring at me emotionlessly and everything goes black.

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I jolt up in my bed and start crying again. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and stumble into the bathroom. I start the shower on cold and peel the clothes off of my body and step in. The freezing water pours over my body, each droplet reminding me of how worthless my life is. I sit down and let the water pour over me for another good hour and a half before eventually standing up and turning it off. I dry off and put back on my clothes and walk back to the bed. I pull the curtains completely shut encasing me in complete darkness. Its not yet five o'clock, so it's still dark out. I lay back on the bed, under the covers staring up at the ceiling. I lie there staring up at the ceiling until the sun is coming in full force through the bottom of the curtains and I look at the time, 12:17. Well that was a fun five hours. I'm still a bit tired but I am terrified of the horrific dreams the come along with sleep and I think I will choose to stay awake.

I pull myself out of bed and step out on the balcony of the small room. The bright sun engulfs me but its still cold out. I sit down on the plastic chair and stare out over the city. A sigh escapes my lips as I look down at the mess of red marks completely covering my arm. I pull my knees into my chest and shiver. I wonder where Ricky is right now. I wonder if he's worried. Of course he's not. I wish I could just get that voice out if my fucking head, it's driving me insane. Like, legit insane. Like padded room, straight jacket insane. I get up off of the chair and walk back inside. I plop back down onto the bed and turn on the TV. I need to get my shit out of that dorm room but there's no way in hell I'm going there and I don't really want to call Ricky. But who else? Chris! Oh yeah, Chris gave me his number a couple months ago at that party.