My Will To Live

CHAPTER 6-The Aftermath

Beep.

Floating. I am floating.

Beep.

Floating in a sea of darkness.

Beep.

Drifting somewhere.... Towards the surface?

Beep.

Voices. I hear voices. One of them sounds familiar.

Beep.

My hand. Someone is holding my hand. Stroking it.

Beep.

Why can't this beeping noise stop?

Beep.

Wait, someone's holding my hand?

Beep.

I have to get them away! No one can touch me, no one. Not anymore. This person is like my parents. Whoever this person is, I need to push them away. Push them away before they hurt me.

I force my eyes open.

Immediately, they fall to the hand holding my wrist, stroking it. No. This isn't good. I can't let this person touch me. This person will abuse me. After gaining my trust, this is what this person will do.

"Oh, good you're-" The person says.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" I must protect myself. I must. This person will not touch me. This person will not.

"Are you... Okay?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" There is an ache in my head but I don't care. I'm sitting up, trying to wrestle this stranger away. This person cannot touch me. Never in a million years will this person touch me. Never in a million years will anyone touch me ever again. I don't trust anyone now. Call me cynical, but if you've been raised by abusive parents, this is what it can do to you.

The grip on my hand loosens, and then is gone completely.

Good. Now the world is spinning in circles as I try to relax. Why can't the world stop spinning? It keeps going, turning around and around. I feel tired suddenly, and all I really want to do is go to sleep. So I do. And for the next few days I drift in and out of consciousness, I think. Throughout that entire time, I could sense someone's presence next to me. I want to tell the person to move away, but I can't seem to move. I can feel where I am. On a bed. The beeping has stopped, but there's something else on my arm. Or my hand. I'm not sure. Someone has hold of the other hand, and they're still stroking it.

Before I come to, I get a nightmare. No, make that two.

It starts out normal. The bell rings. I run home, falling, as usual. When I get home, my parents have transformed into hideous monsters. They grab me and slam

Me against the wall. I see a bright flash of light as pain dances like sparks through my brain. Then I get a good look at my parents and nearly pass out. They're chalky white. A dribble of blood adorns the side of their lips. Blood is their lipstick. There are dark, scary bleeding holes instead of eyes. Underneath his right eye(or eye socket) my dad has black stitches. My mom has the same underneath her left cheek. They're pale everywhere, and dangerously skinny. As my dad comes towards me he reaches out his skeletal arms to grab me. I back up against the wall and let out a squeak of fear. This seems to irritate my mom and dad, because both let out a screech like a banshee and sink their vampire-like teeth into my skin.

The pain is intense. My blood flows and I feel weak and giddy at the sight of it. It covers the whole room. For some reason, it won't stop flowing. My parents lick it off the floor, devouring my blood. It is disgusting. My father moves forward, and sinks his sharp teeth into my flesh again. Pain shoots through my veins. By this time, I'm screaming and crying. The pain is so intense, I see sparks and bright white light. My screams don't sound like mine, each one a savage, strange sound full of pain. My mom comes next, she finds the wound on my head and, using her extremely long claw-like finger nails, tears it open. I scream as more and more blood flows. It hurts. My mom and father both bite my sling over and over again. My head screams and throbs, and my parents make hissing sounds of pleasure. Then everything goes black...

Just when I thought it was over.

I'm trapped in a cage. There are two people, coming towards me in the distance. As they get closer, I realise they are police officers. They tell me they are here to save me, and free me from the cage. Then suddenly they pull off their faces, which are actually masks. They reveal themselves to be my parents. Suddenly my parents multiply. A thousand, maybe more, of my parents converge on me, each all holding whips in their hands. They hit me over and over again, each hitting so hard they make me cry out in pain. There is a momentary lull when I hear someone say,

"She's having a nightmare."

And,

"Shh... It's just a dream... Shh..."

Then the nightmare starts off again, where it leaves off. While everyone is still beating me, a girl appears in the distance. At first she comes nearer, but then moves to the side. Then she comes nearer again, and I see it is Alice. When I cry out to her for help, however, Alice runs the opposite direction, like I've got a disease or something. And the more I yell, the harder they hit. It's like a never ending game of torture.

When I finally come to, I feel like I've run a mile. Everything in me is so tired. When I open my eyes, however, I nearly have a heart attack.

I'm staring into the blue eyes of no one other than the one and only Taylor Swift.