Living Hell

Chapter 8

(This chapter has been written by the the amazing @SnowyPierce) :)
All information about characters has been supplied by me.
I lied back on my bed and the rain came pelting down outside. I felt as if I the only friend I had was some YouTuber who would never care about me. I was literally just some random girl who was helping him at some game store. He has probably dealt with twenty other store clerks like me.
I jumped as I heard my door knock. It was 2:30 am for fuck sake. Who could it be. Me being the lazy fuck head I am slumped off the bed and dragged my self to the door. I had seen to many shows on murder to just open the door so I put my eye up to the peep hole. There she was. Her hair soaked and makeup running down her perfect face. Jacky. I of course swung more door.
"Can I come in," she asked, her green full length jacket was soaked in water.
"Of course," I made room for her to come in.
She stepped inside, droplets of water falling off her.
"You stay there, I'm gonna give you some clothes,"
"No you don't have-"
"Jacky, just wait there,"
I ran into my rom and pulled out an oversized BTS army shirt and some black pyjama shorts.
I ran back out, handing her the clothes.
"You can get dressed in my bathroom," I smiled lightly.
"Sure," she shivered out, waking straight to the door with a little wooden sign saying 'BATHROOM' on it.
I waited outside until she steps back out. She had her hair tied into a messy bun. I was a bit taller then Jacky and the shirt looked like a ball gown on her.
"Thanks for the clothes... can we talk for a moment?"
"Yes,"
I walked her into my bedroom and we sat ourselves down on the bed. She still hasn't fixed her make up and it was over her face, but she still was beautiful.
"My father, he is a priest,"
I had a feeling of what she was going to say next.
"I went into a confession booth tonight, stating my love for you, saying I couldn't hide it any more and that I had lost my faith," her face looked so full of guilt and anger towards herself. "My father was in the box tonight,"
"Jacky, I breathed out.
"He told me get out, and that I wasn't allowed anything," her face turned away from mine.
"My mother was disappointed but she still said I was welcome back anytime but she will always support my father,"
"Jacky, you can stay here,"
"No, I don't want you to have a failed Christian girlfriend,"
"I don't have a failed Christian, I have love,"
Her smile grew a little, making my heart melt.
"I have love too,"
We both looked into each other's eyes. Her eyes were a soft green, like she was inviting me into her soul. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed.
"I love you Jacky,"
"I love you too, but I have a stay at this hotel, all the stuff I managed to grab is there,"
"Are you sure you don't want to-"
"Stop worrying about me, I'll be fine,"
"Okay, I'll see you later right?
"Sure, I love you Samantha,"
I watched her walk down the road until she disappeared into the rain and fog of the night. I knew that I had found happiness right there and then. I crawled back on my bed and fell asleep to my nightcore playlist.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm. Of course I set it on a day where I didn't have work. I changed out of my dirty ass work clothes and into my Attack On Titan sweater and jeans. It felt like today was different. I was ready to take on this fucking mad world.
As I went to pick up my phone I saw the blade. Sitting there with the stained blood. If Jacky hadn't came last night I would have picked picked it up and made new cuts, but today was different. The temptation wasn't as strong, it wasn't an essential for me. Don't get me wrong. Picking up the blade and making new marks was still in my brain, but today it felt as if I didn't need to.
As I walked opened my door I was greeted by a little boy, about six and his mother.
"Hello, can I help you?" I stepped outside, the cool breeze hitting my face.
"Are you Samantha?"
"Yes..."
"Honey, I want you to watch this," the mother told the son, holding his hand tightly.
I felt a lump form in my throat as the lady pulled out a cross from her bag.
"You have corrupted the innocent life of a priests daughter!" She growled.
"I didn't do anything to her,"
"Sure, you are nothing but a sinner," she calmed her tone. "She was ready for a life of a husband and kids, not the age of sin and abomination you have introduced this innocent girl to!"
"Mummy I'm scared," the little boy whispered.
"I am too son, I am too,"
"Just because my sexual orientation is different to yours doesn't give you guys the right to come to my property and speak to me like this,"
"Sinners deserve no respect, hopefully the future holds a stricter and more deadly life for your type,"
"Just say gay,"
The woman held the cross to her chest as soon as I said my sentence.
"The lord tells me to pray for you, and I shall,"
Her son and I watched her and she feel to her knees and began praying.
"My lord, this lady has introduced herself and others to her disgusting and disrespectful lifestyle! Show her mercy, show her faith! Amen!" She picked herself up. "I hope you find faith and stop this way of life you live, but if not I hope you serve a eternity in the burning flames of hellfire,"
She ran to her car and drove down the road. Was I really the monster they had been saying I was?