Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #15

Yo, sorry for the extra wait! I was busy with tests, therapy, and court. Anyways, here you go!

Blake pov;

No!

Mommy, please!

Stop!

I-I don't wanna!

No.

No!

I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I put at the chains as if I could break them, but of course, I can't. My arms becomes heavy as my mother brings the scalp close to my face.

She says nothing as her long, curvy golden hair falls over her face and shoulders. I whimper, unable to say anything. She then smiles, showing her perfect teeth. "Let's see if your father will miss those eyes of yours-"

The shiny blade inches closer to my left eye. I start shaking uncontrollable.

No!

Please!

I close my eyes as I shake my head from side to side. I again start pulling at the chains. I feel my own mother's hands roughly grabbing my chin. She prides open my left eye, I hear her hissing for me to hold still.

I can practically feel the coldness of the scalp as it slowly makes its way to my face.

I don't feel the pain at first, but slowly, the numbing sensation turns into a burning one. My left side of my vision is blurred by something wet, dark, and gooey spilling out of my eye. I feel it spill onto my face as the pain turns into plain torture.

I hear my mother start laughing. As odd as it sounds though, the pain is only there for a few seconds. The numbing sensation soon returns, but I still shake and attempt to scream from the shock that my vision turns black.

Suddenly my right forearm is stabbed. Pains shoots throughout my arm as I feel her dragging the blade of the scalp across skin and slicing through my muscles of my forearm.

I'm finally able to scream.

I shoot up from my bed, panting. Sweat consumes my body as I start shaking.

What the hell was that!?

I wraps my arms around myself as I slowly fall back into my pillows. I bring my left hand that's clutched into a fist up to my mouth as I bite down on my outer fingers to stop my teeth from chattering.

It felt so... real. Like it really was happening again.

After a few minutes of listening to myself taking sharp breathes, I feel myself becoming extremely hot. I lifted my black comforter off of me as I kick my legs up.

After the slight struggle, soon I'm just laying on top of my bed, blanket and pillows all. The cold air hits my skin as if it was one of those Nerf guns blasting at me.

I stare at my ceiling. My thoughts are completely numb, blank. But then the voice within my head splits the silence.

Can't sleep, huh?