Chapter Two: Part 6

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Feeling sick to your stomach isn't like this feeling. It's almost like a churning sensation in my stomach or ribs. I don't know what it is. But I hate it. I feel like I was toyed with. The way he was playing with my stomach, testing my reactions I felt almost used as a test dummy. I don't know if I should feel angry or anxious. Why did I let that happen? Why am I such a piece of shit? What's wrong with me? I look over to my side and realize he's finally asleep. I feel like I want to go numb. My knife is in my bag, I can just go and get it. I begin to lean up off the bed. My right leg followed by my left one. As I'm almost fully off the bed, Blake moves. I try to stand up but all I feel is his arms wrap around my waist. I roll my eyes, it's not cute anymore. I grab his arm and throw it on the other side of me. I hear him grunt. As I turn around to see him, he tries to sit himself up. I avoid his eyes and turn to get my bag. As I reached for it, Blake starts to talk.
"Why are you up? Come back to sleep." His raspy voice lingers through my ears. I ignore it and have my bag in my arms. I walk quickly to the bathroom. I accidentally slammed the door, but hope he'll get the hint I'm not in the mood to talk or do anything. I shut the toilet seat and sit on it. Almost dizzily I grab the knife. I can't see straight. What's going on? I then hear a faded thump come from the bathroom door. Along with that some yelling. Also faded sounded. I just look at the knife trying to look at it, but I can't. I don't know why. I place the knife back into my bag deep enough to hide from Blake. I blink, I feel something cold on my back where my scar is, but after I blinked all I can see is white. Not glowing, just the color white. I try to adjust my eyes as my vision for some reason is blurry.
"R...e....b....e...l" my eyes shut as I hear someone say my name. What's going on?

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