Perfect Timing

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Its been weeks, being stuck here with him, I've had to go everywhere with him, he wouldn't let me out of his sight, he dragged me everywhere. He told my boss I quit a few days ago when my phone started getting alerts from my boss questioning my ability to show up to work. Now im officially stuck here, I have no job and no job means no money. I haven't said a word to Jackson, it's always him speaking to me, or trying to get me to speak to him. He doesn't really speak to me anymore, unless I make a scene, he just glares at me. It keeps getting worse, the pain, it wont stop. He hurt me and now im forced to deal with it? What makes any of this okay? Jackson has been gone since 1 in the morning saying it's work, he should be back soon, I give it two hours. Its dreadful being in a place where you don't belong, he makes me feel unwelcome. I'm in love with him but I cant see past him and her in his office. How do I escape the man who hunts people down for a living? How do I stop my emotions from feeling the way they do without wanting to die? He only makes his presence known when he is bringing me food, when he needs to to go away with him or at night, he sleeps next to me every night, he tries to bring his body close to mine but I tuck the blanket under my body so he can't touch me.

I'm home alone but I'm not home alone, people are always in this mansion, but never near Jackson's area. He only allows one guy by his bedroom door and that's only when I'm alone. He doesn't trust me to be alone anymore, I'm watched around the clock, but I persuaded him to allow me alone time in his room with a man outside. He agreed thankfully. I feel suffocated in here, the room is dark and lonesome. I feel lonesome, betrayed, I feel like I'm in prison. I search Jackson's room for anything sharp and low and behold I find his razor blades. I grab one out of the package and lay it on the side of the tub listening to the water fill midway. I walk to the bedroom door as ask the man standing in front of it if he wouldn't mind making a taco bell run.

Him being away will spare me time. I rush back into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror as I tie my hair into a bun keeping it away from my face. I leave Jackson's shirt on and slowly step into the tub letting the water soak into the shirt and cling to my body, the warm water lays on my chest my shirt clinging to my boobs, my nipples pebbling from the cold air meeting the wet shirt. I look at the razor and see how new and shine it is. I pick it up and bring it over to my skin. I waste little to no time bringing the razor to my wrists. I scream as I rip my skin open puncturing myself deeply. The pain spreads through the open wound to the tips of my fingers and sears up my arm to my neck.

Blood is leaking out of my arms. I scream in pain, its agonizing, its burns. I drop the blade outside of the tub and let the blood pour as i try to relax and even out my breathing. I'm free is what i think of before everything goes black and hopefully, just hopefully so does my life.

Next one is going to be super long, i hope you enjoyed it guys, love, Haley.