Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 23: Agony

"Sonova- GAH!" I clutched by stomach as I hurled over the toilet and watched its almost nonexistent content being drained into the water at the bottom of the bowl. My throat begs to hurt from the acid I was releasing and for each breath I drew, it became heavier to grasp. After endless torment and throw-ups, by stomach was finally emptied entirely and I sat there on my knees, gasping for air.

The last couple of days had been unbearable to say the least. It wasn't until that Wednesday that they became even shittier than they already were, and thus I had to skip school on Friday. God forbid that I fell any lower into the depths of hell. Nah, who was I kidding? Who would save me? Not even I would save myself. Keeping the grip on my hair from behind tight as I flushed the toilet, I sat up and took heavy steps to the sink and turned the faucet on to wash my mouth of the vomit-inducing taste. The water was like piss as I dried to get rid of the horrible taste in my mouth, but eventually, it was washed away to nothing but a dry one.

I exited the bathroom and went downstairs to find Samantha looking scrutinising through the windows in the living room. She had told me that she was able to get a day of from her boss (that cocksucker!) with some persuasion. Though I was relieved that she had been able to get some time for herself, I somehow doubted that was the only reason. As much as I cared for her, I knew she would undoubtedly begin to mother me to death or something if she saw how miserable I was.

As I walked into the living room, her eyes snapped to me and she instantly became stern in her facial expressions. This would not end well for me, especially if she was involved.

Crap!

"Helmine, what has happened to you?"

I froze in my tracks and tried to avoid her eyes and make a beeline towards the stairs again, but I didn't get far before she grabbed me by the wrist and prevented me from taking another step. I tried pulling my hand away, but she wasn't as weak as she appeared to be.

"Tell me," She demanded coldly, yet with some kind of concern. "What is with you? Why are you so fatigued?"

"I'm fine," I said and continued to try and resist.

"You're not fine. You look like a walking corpse." She protested and kept her grip firm.

I gritted my teeth in anger, "I said I'm fine." After one final pull, I successfully got loose from her grip and made a few quick steps up the stairs, ignoring her. I didn't know why, but for some reason, I just wanted to get away from people, more than usual. The list became longer and longer as the days had progressed, but I never imagined that Samantha's name would appear on it as well. Of all people, she was the one I least expected would be included, yet she unintentionally was after all.

"Helmine!" She called after me from the bottom of the stairs, but I ignored her and further progressed up without casting a second glance.

"Please, talk to me."

I swiftly stopped on the last step as I heard her voice become soft, not as soft as you would ordinarily expect from a fellow human, but soft enough for her to be. It was uncommon for her to speak like that, like one out of a thousand, but it still mattered. I avoided looking at her, but somehow sound myself responding to her request, though not as honestly as I would prefer. "Honestly, Sam, I'm fine."

"Don't bullshit me," She said scolding, but kept her tone down as to not seem hostile. "What's the matter?"

I wanted to tell her the truth. Really, I did, but I couldn't. Telling her everything, about my encounters with Jeff, about my discoveries with Johnson,about Victor, I couldn't afford to risk her life in all this bullshit like I risked Victor's. The guilt still appeared regularly to stab me in my chest.