Dark and Dangerous (Discontinued)

Chapter 7

~~~I have a lot of free time on my hands, so here is another chapter!!!~~~

**PUTTING A WARNING HERE, THERE MIGHT BE STRONG THEMES AND TRIGGERING THINGS AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION**

I can't scream, or fight. I am pinned down, like a rag. Motionless, voiceless, faceless. Meaningless. I try to get out of my head, trying to ignore this life I am living, trying to ignorwhat is happening to me. I've become numb to the pain. I've stopped struggling. What's the point? This is inevitable. All of this is meant to happen. Or maybe God just hates me. If he even exists.

What seemed like hours later, he won't get off of me. He won't stop touching me, whispering insults in my ear, invading my body. The only way to end this is to die. If I die, he won't be able to do this anymore. But, honestly, I wouldn't put it past him. He is disgusting.

The grunting and moaning is deafening. I need a savior, someone, anyone. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried. And after hours and hours of torture, which really was only a couple minutes, he got off of me, got dressed and spat at me before leaving.

I was left, naked, shivering, crying, and bleeding on the hospital bed. The same doctor that entered with my father, the one who took the liberty of contacting him, came in and cleaned up his mess. But not before he had his way with me. What is wrong with this world?

And now I remember him. He was one of dads "clients". That basically means, he paid my dad to do this to Tyler and I on a regular basis. Disgusting cunt. 

After he was done, he cleaned me up and smirked at me. 

"You're still as innocent as you were the first time I was with you." He winked and left. Bile rose in my throat so I ran to the bathroom, locked the door and threw up everything in my stomach, which was nothing since I haven't eaten in hours.

(*Trigger warning*) My throat started burning and I spotted my pile of clothes in the bathroom. Colby must have gotten them from the doctor. I found my pants and grabbed my phone out of the pocket. Taking the case off, I revealed the hiding place of my blade. 

I won't go into detail, but the pain made me feel better. It was like a blanket was laid over my sorrows, they were cushioned for a slpit second. The pain from self harming only lasts that long. That's why I cut all the way up my arm. It gives me enough seconds to calm myself down. I promise, it makes sense.

But it does mean a lot of blood to clean up. The dark red fluid was seeping out of the small slits up and down my arm. I love it, it is like visiting an old friend after a long time. It need cleaned up soon, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was so beautiful.

Blood kind of represents life, if you think about it. It's beautiful, but tainted with evilness. It is an amazing thing, it helps you live, but it is an evil thing because it can kill you. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the hospital door being opened.

"Lyla, here are you? I think I have an idea. An idea that will save your brother. Lyla?" He said, knocking on the bathroom door.

I scrambled to my feet, knocking everything off of the shelves as I made my way to the door to lock it. I had dripped blood everywhere in the process, oh my gosh, this is a huge mess.

"Yeah, be there in a sec!" I tried to make myself sound okay through my tears. 

Tissues are very fragile, but they will have to work. They're all I have. So I tried to mop up all of the blood, but the bathroom door opened suddenly. I guess I hadn't locked the door properly..

"Are you okay? I heard banging and a lot of-" Colby started to say, but cut himself off when he saw what happened.

The blood was shining all over the floor, still pouring out of my arm. I must have cut over the vein on accident. Rookie mistake.

I looked him in the eyes, both of us wide eyed. Then that familiar sight. Black. I passed out. Too much blood.

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