Him

Chapter 1

A phone call to Los Angles, California.
"Babe please I'm begging you I didn't mean any of it, I love you!"
"Yeah, well that's too bad because I loved you." Then there was nothing left but the sound of a dial tone on the other line. I sit alone in my room wondering why he did this to me? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not as beautiful as he said I was? Did I make the biggest mistake of my life with trusting him? Why would I do this to myself? How could I be so dumb and clueless? Why does my heart do this to me everytime when it's only job is too pump blood into my veins and keep me alive? I let out a loud scream and toss everything off my dresser in a fit of anger and onto the floor cutting my hand on a shard of glass from the snow globe he gave me that broke the minute I hit it. I look down at the tiny city of New York, and read the engraved words, "You're the apple of my eye." The tears form, and I just feel even angrier than I did before. I take my size 7 converse and stomp on the tiny city in hopes that it'll make me feel better. It didn't, but I soon remember the cut on my hand. As soon as I see how deep the glass cut into my hand I run into the bathroom and wrapped my hand to slow the bleeding. I took two pain killers and called myself an Uber to the hospital for stitches.

His POV
"Damn it!" I scream and punch a wall out of frustration. "How the fuck could I be so stupid? The one good thing in my life I fucked up, and now I can't get her back!" A girl named Tiffany walks into his room and asks what's wrong. He looks at her in utter disgust and anger. "You need to leave. Like now! Get the hell out!"
"Babe-" "Don't call me that! Get out, and don't come back!" Her eyes fill with tears, and her heart starts too feel like it's going to explode. She runs out his house crying and does as he says and never comes back.

Her POV
When I get home from the hospital the drugs finally run out and my hand is killing me. I run upstairs to my room and see all the broken glass laying there scattered on the floor and it's another reminder as to why I got these stitches. I walk out of my room to grab a glass of water and sleep on the couch since the guest room was being taken up by my older brothers friend, Connor. As I'm laying there I check the time and it's 3 A.M. so I start to wonder where Connor is. In that very moment he shoots me a text saying that he'll be staying with a friend and won't be back till the next day I respond saying "Okay" and shut my eyes to get some sleep.

The Dream (His POV)
" Cat? Hello? Cat? Caitlin, are you there?"
*Dial Tone* "For Fucks Sake! Why won't she answer me?" *A loud bang at the door* " Who could this be? Ugh it's probably just Tiffany." He walks over to open the door "I thought I told you to never come bac-" he's cut off by the sudden shock of seeing Caitlin at the door. "Oh my god! Caitlin? What are you doing here? Why won't you return any of my calls!?" He says as he runs out onto the dark red porch, where there's nothing but darkness surrounding Caitlin, and blood dripping from her hands. " Why did you do this to me?" She says as she pushes him off of her. He then looks down and realizes that his gray shirt is wet; saturated in her blood. His mouth drops along with his body to the ground. He looks up at her with tears in his eyes. "CAITLIN WHAT DID YOU DO!?" He asked with fear in his voice. She replies with "you did this to me. You did this to US." Everything around him then starts to shake, as if there was an earthquake happening. The moon turns blood red, and a man dressed in all black with a huge knife comes behind Caitlin as she's crying out in pain, screaming, "YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS!" The man dressed in all black grabs her by her arm and pulls her away into the darkness of the night.