The beautiful sky

Chapter 8 : Where am I

        When I open my eyes, I can see that I'm in a dark room. I try to move my arms, but yet again I can't. Its like I have no control over my body. Why is this happening ? Also, here is a important question, where the hell am I ? I try to talk, but there's tape on my mouth. I try to gather my thoughts. Ok, I'm in a dark room, I don't know where I am , nor who is doing this to me. I'm hands are tied, and there's tape on my  mouth. What the hell I'm I suppose to do? I few moments later a door opens. At least I think its a door. All I see is light.  I wait to see if someone will speak, and sure enough someone does. "Well...well, what do we have here. Looks like my man did get the job done . " I try to speak, but I cant. I can't see who it is, but I know its a girl by the tone in her voice, it's a girl's voice. The girl pulls the tape off my mouth. Holy fuck did that hurt!  I can't see her face. "What do you want with me? ",  I ask this with a hard tone in my voice.  "What do I want?  You want to know what I want?  I want to know what the fuck makes you so fucking special! ". I give a confused look and say,  " what do you mean?". "All I wanted was for Christen to love me, but no he just wanted you and only you. Why couldn't he love me. I wanted,  needed him to love me,  but no he didn't want me. He just wanted the one true person he loved...you." she stands there for a moment. "What do you want me to say?  It's not my fault he didn't want you! ". Surprisingly,  I'm not angry yet. "He should have wanted me not you. Look at you,  you are nothing. You are a broken girl,  with no dreams or hopes to have. Your not pretty and you are not worth to be loved." I can feel my anger grow by the second. I can feel a piece of glass by my hand. I quickly take it and cut the rope that has my hands tied. I then quickly stand. She is definitely shocked. I smile and say,  " Your right. I'm not pretty and I may not be worth anything,  but this is for sure he wanted me!  Me not you!  I would rather be not pretty and not worth anything and have his love than to be pretty and be worth something,  than to not have his love! " I run for her. My anger is over the top. I grab her hair and make her head hit the wall. I punch her hard in her face. She hits me back. I can feel the pain,  but I don't care this is for Christen and even more important,  this is for ME!  I go to hit her again but she pushes me off of her,  and with that she sends me flying. I hit my head on floor when I land. "Fu-ck....",  is all I can get out.  I look up and I see the door open again with the girl coming for me. That's the last thing I see,  before I drown in the sea of darkness