You No Longer Walk Alone~Blake Bliss~

~3~

I sat in a pale white room, on the ground. It was just me, myself, and I. All alone. I seemed to be staring at something on the wall but there was nothing there. I stood up, and slowly walked over to the spot I was staring at. I placed my hand on the wall then removed it to reveal a bloody hand print. I slowly walked backwards, and then I collided with the wall behind me. I turned around, and saw a bloody body print. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was hesitant to look but the temptation was to strong. I place my hand on the that cover my shoulder. The hand was rough and dry, and the fingernails were jagged. I spun around, and the hand uncovered shoulder. I saw each creature towering feet above me. I stepped back, and they stepped forward. I was trapped in a corner, surrounded by the terrifying creatures. "So you wanna cut yourself?" The one in the middle of the pack questioned in a low rumbling voice. I stood there frozen with fear. The one closest to the left end had an ear piercing high pitched voice. "Answer him!" the creature laughed and it was terrifying. I nodded my head slowly, and each one of them laughed in unison. The one in the middle who questioned my self harm motioned for the rest of the creatures to hold me back. He grabbed my arm, and dug his nail into my skin. I was unable to scream, as one of their hands covered my mouth. The creature swiftly moved his nail across my arm. Leaving cuts here and there. The blood poured from them. I began to get dizzy, and the room turned black.

I sat up letting out a blaring shriek. I looked around. No bloody hand or body prints. No evil creatures, and I was alive. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and walked down to the kitchen. I grabbed a cup from the cabinets, along with two Advil. I filled the cup with water, and dropped one pill at a time in my mouth swallowing with a sip of water.

I finished my water and placed the cup in the sink. I walked into the living room,and my parents were waiting for me with the boy. They looked disappointed and the boy had a sorry expression on his face.

"Please take a seat." My father spoke up. After a few moments of silence my mother said something shocking. "Vale we care about you, and we know about your issue with self harm. Blake told us." I didn't move my body, only my eyes. I glared at him. "Honey, this really needs to stop." I sighed in anger. "You know what needs to stop?!? You need to stop acting like you're good parents, because through out my entire life you have been nothing but shit. You have never cared, and you never will. The only reason you're acting so nice is because Blake is here, and he wanted you guys to talk to me!!!" Their shocked expressions faded as they turned to Blake looking for help.

He slyly got up but I block his path from being able to leave. "This is all your fault. If you never helped me cleaned up my clothes, if you never found my box, if I never even met you I wouldn't have to go through getting better because I don't even want too. Now get out!!" He stared at his feet speed walking to the front door. I sprinted towards my room, thinking about everything that has happened this morning. The nightmare, the head ache, the whole Blake thing. I was so stressed out I didn't know what to do. I grabbed my hoodie, and sprinted back do the stairs, pasted my parents who just ignored the fact that I was breaking down.

I finally got outside, and I stopped running. I walked into our garage, and search through everything until I found the rope. I walked to a little area by the cliff I go to for help. It had a small bundle of trees, and it was finally my time to leave