Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Focus

I couldn't help it. Every fiber of my being was straining for me to hold on, but the monster in my head forced me to let go. Down she went over the side of the bridge, falling towards the black water far below, fear and betrayal flooding her face. I didn't try to grab for her. I didn't even show fear or regret; my face was expressionless.

There I stood, on the edge of the bridge, looking down at her like Scar from The Lion King after he practically flung Mufasa off the cliff, watching him fall into the stampede. I tried to jump after her, but the creature snarled at me, its inch-long razor sharp teeth shining brilliantly under red eyes, making me fall backwards in fear. It lashed out at me with unnaturally long, razor sharp claws attached to black, spidery hands, slashing my chest open. I cried out as pain seared through me, and hot, sticky blood flowed out of the wounds. I tried to crawl away, but it sunk its claws into my legs, pain searing through them like hot knives in my flesh, and dragged me into the void it opened up.

I shot up on the floor somewhere; my heart was racing and I was breathing hard. Pain fired through my body and my head the second I sat up, but I tried to ignore it until I knew where I was.

Focus. A man's voice said.

I wheeled, searching for the man that had spoken to me. It was only then that I realized I was on my living room floor in a corner. I saw my dad passed out on the couch, and I remembered what had happened last night: my drunk dad yelling at me for supposedly driving my mom away, and beating me half to death, then leaving me to heal on the floor. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes at the thought of my mom leaving because of me. I blinked them back, and struggled to stand, taking a few moments to regain my balance after a wave of dizziness washed over me; tiny lights flashing in front of my eyes, leaving me disoriented and nauseous. I leaned against the wall for support until it passed.

Once it did, I staggered around the corner, and stumbled into the bathroom to clean myself up. Splotches of black, purple, green and yellow fused with small streams of red to create an ugly picture of massive bruises and fresh cuts all over my face, back, chest, arms and stomach. I never should've gone looking for my dad when I got home. I should've snuck into my room the second I smelled alcohol. Once I finished my self-loathing after regrets, I cleaned myself up, changed out of my blood stained clothes and into some fresh ones, and snuck out of the house to take a walk. Little did I know that it was nearly dark out, and I had no idea where I was going.

Did it even matter where I went? Nobody ever noticed when I left, anyway, so why would anybody care where I went? I could travel miles alone, and I could run through a labyrinth of thoughts, but I always find myself coming back home. Why don't I just run away right now? Oh, right...I'd have to go back home, pack some things, then set out again when I should've packed before I left in the first place; it seemed pointless to do it now.

"Boo!" Someone yelled.

I practically jumped a foot in the air, and I could've sworn my heart stopped entirely. I wheeled, seeing Derek standing behind me, laughing. "That's not funny, Derek." I said aggressively.

"It was, actually." He chuckled. "Maybe it wasn't to you, but it sure as hell was to me."

"What are you doing out here at this hour?"

"Same thing as you; nothing better to do on a Friday night."

"It's Friday?" Oh my God, I've been out all day.

He gave me a confused look. "Yeah; and why weren't you at school today?"

"I, uh...I overslept."

"Parents couldn't take you?"

"No,"

"Hey; what's the deal with you and Rylie?" He said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"