If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Author's Note:

Dear readers,

I just wanted to warn you that there is a trigger warning in this chapter. It includes self harm.  I'm sorry if anyone get's upset. If there's anything that effects you in this chapter, feel free to message me. I will try to help you out, and cheer you up.

Okay, enjoy.

*In Caitlyn's house, 11PM*

 The darkness was as thick and oppressing as smoke. Caitlyn sat up in bed, glancing anxiously around her bedroom. She had awoken, again, from a terrifying nightmare that kept on reoccurring. 

It was the same nightmare each night, and had been for weeks. Caitlyn huddled under her duvet, going over the dream in her head.

*DREAM FLASHBACK*

She was sat on the bench, in the park, where she had met Bob. It was rather wet and cold, but Caitlyn had a warm woolen coat, so the drizzle didn't bother her much. The storm clouds were rapidly approaching, but Caitlyn didn't feel like going home. After all, she'd only been out a couple of hours.

Caitlyn was busy staring up at the menacing black clouds when a tall, older man loomed over her.

"Hello," the man said, sitting down beside her. He had longish, straggly black hair, pale skin and eyes as blue as an ocean. Caitlyn had never seen anyone like him, especially not around here!

"Oh-um... hi," Caitlyn stuttered. Much to her embarrassment, she felt her face flush bright pink. He smirked.

"Hey. How about you and me go get a coffee?" he asked, taking a firm hold of her hand.

"Oh! Um. Okay then! I-I'm Caitlyn."

"Jack."

Jack lead Caitlyn by the hand towards the edge of the path.

"I know a really place that does really rad ice-teas. It's just on the other side of the park. Come with me," Jack said. He pulled her through the foliage, deeper and deeper in.

After about ten minutes, Caitlyn began to feel a little nervous. They had been walking for quite a while, but all Caitlyn could see was more trees and bushes.

"How much-um...Further?"

Jack looked around and then hissed, 

"Shut up and start undressing!"

"What?! No!"

Jack shoved Caitlyn to the floor and reached for her skirt.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Caitlyn whimpered, stiffing a scream. Tears stung her eyes, blurring everything into a little more than feelings. Each second replaying in her head felt like a mini stab wound, impaling her heart.  Yet another panic attack was overwhelming her. She looked in desperation towards her underwear draw, where her razors were. She looked down at her legs, white and pink striped with scars on her pale skin. She choked back more tears and rolled up her sleeve. Here, her skin was untouched. She hadn't cut her wrists since the night it had happened...

She pulled open her beside drawer, snatched a razor, and slammed the drawer shut again. She smiled weakly at the shiny sliver blade as she managed to prize it out with a screwdriver. 

A few seconds later, Caitlyn drew the silver serrated edge along her wrist. She winced as a familiar rouge liquid surfaced in a thick, bubbly line. Beginning to sob, she made another underneath. Then another. Within a few minutes, Caitlyn's wrist was a scarlet fountain, and her sleeve a blood and tear stained wreck.