You're Killing Me

save her

*Jake pov*
"YOU CAN'T SAVE ME AND YOU NEVER COULD.I WAS GONE WHEN I WENT MISSING. I WAS NEVER COMING BACK. JUST FORGET ABOUT ME AND MOVE ON" kat screamed at me. She was sitting on the floor in the baby blue summer dress I got her for her 16th birthday with hot tears streaming out of her glossy brown eyes. You could just get lost in them. She feverishly rubbed her tears off her face.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME" she hollered. Her voice hourse from all the yelling. I wanted to get her some water but I seemed to be stuck in place. I stood there starting into her eyes. She looked terrified, shattered even. I can't handle this. I never could. I never should have gotten sucked into this web. Never dug this hole. But I did and part of me is glad too. Most of me wants to cower away from this new and terrifying kat but I can't. She needs me to be her rock and I'll be her rock. I'm always her rock and I always will be. "Stop screaming" I whispered. "NO, this is your fault. You left me J. You left ME. I am dead because YOU left ME!" she was flaming now. I didn't know how to deal with this new side of kat.

"I should have brought you with me" I get out before she screams back "WELL YOU DIDN'T. I WAITED FOR YOU J. BALIVE ME I DID AND WHEN I FINALLY DECIDED TO WALK HOME I GET KIDNAPPED. THIS IS YOUR FAULT" I'm full on bawling. It is my fault. I killed kat. I killed my kat. My kat is dead and I did it. This is why I have to find him. I have to hand him the blame because I can't hold it.
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My eyes fly open and all I can see is white. I hear a heart moneter and realise it's mine. I look down and see a needle I'm my arm. Even with my blurried vision I can tell I'm in a hospital. My parents are sat on a very ugly and uncomfortable looking couch. There red puffy eyes are glued on me. "Hi" my voice is scratchy and unusually deep surprising me by how foreign it sounds. I suddenly become all to aware that kat was a dream. A very realistic and devastating dream. It all comes crashing down on me as I analyse the fact that its true. Everything she said.

This is the worst kind of nightmare because this is real and I don't get to just wake up.

"Jake, are you feeling okay? Your father is getting the doctor" my mother says sounding weak and tired. I nod but I wasn't fine. I am so not fine. I think I'm dying.

The doctor walked in but I didn't say anything. I know it hurt my mum to see me like this but I couldn't say anything. I couldn't being myself to talk.

"Are you hungry?" he'd ask, I continued to stare at the wall.

"Are you hurting" he said, I chose to blocked out the rest.

I don't feel like speaking or eating or doing anything for that matter.

*kat pov*
Pain. Lots of pain. I'm surprised  I'm even awake. I'm on a dirt floor in clothes that are just mear pices of cloth hanging off my  body. My shirt is torn at the middle making it more of a thrashed crop top. My shorts are ripped on the right side and stuck to me because they are soked in my blood. He stabbed me. That's why I'm bleeding so much. He stabbed me three times. Twice in my stomach and once in my right thigh. I'm sitting in a puddle of my own blood. My arms are chained above my head and I think I dislocated my left shoulder. My jaw is throbbing and I can barely see out of my left eye because he punched me. I think he went over a few of the cuts on my back too. I'm going to bleed out if I don't get medical attention soon.

Mason walks through the door and down the stairs with a smile, that weeks ago would have brightened my day, plastered on his psychotic face. He unhooks the chain's from the ceiling and lets them fall on me. I whimper and let my crys out as all the chain's fall on my frail body. I wouldn't be supprised if they broke something. I screamed as I felt a hard kick to my left side. "SHUT UP" he screamed kicking me again. I muffled my scream by biting my lip. I tasted blood but only continue. Only once he left my side did I let go of it. He walked up the stairs but before he leaves he says "I was just making sure you well, that you wernt you know...dead" I hear him chuckle before shutting the door. Psycho. My head is buzzing and as much as I fear going to sleep I don't have the streangth nor the will to stay awake, so I let the darkness take over me.