Please Let Me Die

Chapter 5- Please Don't Leave Me Here To Die

Unknown P.O.V

No one knows what it is like to be me. No one knows what I have to go through every day of my life. I'm scared to go 'home' going to school is my only comfort, that's how I know I'll be safe. This is how I know I won't be snatched from my bed in the middle of the night and get told to do things I don't want to. You think I'm luckily you wish to live the life I dream to have so really you and I are the same.

Don't look at me like I'm perfect because I'm not, don't look at me like I have everything because I don't. Do you know how it feels to be a prisoner trapped in a nightmare you wish would end but instead it keeps on playing and there's not even any ominous background music just the sound of a man's mocking laugh replaying over and over again and it's driving me insane. I wish someone would come and save me from this nightmare I call a life.

Tonight was like every other night it was 3am I couldn't sleep out of the fear that I would be awoken so I lay there and stared at the ceiling. I pictured her, the one person in the world that made life worth living her skin was flawlessly fair and smooth it made me melt every time I touched her, her radiant smile  made the sun look dim in comparison, her long dark brown hair and her piercing green eyes that made me fall in love all over again each time I looked into them. I couldn't understand why I was so in love with the girl that abandoned me forgot all about me and left me here to rot.

I shouldn't have these feelings for her I should resent her but I couldn't help myself she was so perfectly beautiful in every way. She had a shy yet confident way of speaking. I couldn't't, I had to stop thinking about her like that, rather I should be plotting ways to take my revenge on her but instead I'm sitting here dreaming about I girl that will never be mine; I'll never have her so what's the point of thinking about her.

My train of thought was interrupted by a loud banging on the door. I guess it was time, a large man burst into 'my room', dragged me out of my bed and placed me on my feet.

He gave me a photo of my next victim she was female and by the looks of the picture she looked like a druggie.

"Now I want you to kill her and make it look like she was mauled by an animal," the man said, he never told me his and I was to scared to ask.

"Do you understand?"

I nodded, I'm pretty use to it now before I was objective about killing people but now this is this only way I could survive. I take people's lives so I could keep mine. It seemed rather unfair that so many people had to die just so one person could live but that was my life and no matter how much I tried I couldn't't do anything to change it. Life is unfair I've just had to learn to deal with it. I didn't complain about my life anymore because really it could be worse I could be dead but I'm alive so I should count my blessing that I'm not lying in a ditch with a hole through my brain.

It was pretty easy to find the victim she was sprawled on the floor in an alley way. She looked disgustingly sick and I was pretty sure no one would care if she died, she probably messed up her life by taking drugs and now all of her loved ones probably hated her. She saw me approach her and she started speaking a whole bunch of gibberish that I couldn't understand. I stood over her, took a knife out of my pocket and repeatedly stabbed at her neck I made it look messy as if her throat had been ripped apart by a rabid dog. I took a packet of Kleenex out of my pocket and tried my best to get as much blood off my hands as possible. I put the tissues and knife in a plastic bag and went back 'home'.

I was 'greeted' by the man who asked me

"Is it done?"

I nodded

"Well you know what to do."

I went to the basement and threw the plastic bag in the giant furnace and returned to 'my room'. I had a shower and went to bed. I woke up and it was time for school the joy I felt was unexplainable. For six hours I would feel security.

I got to school and straight away as I was walking into the school I saw her. She turned around to the sound of her name and we made eye contact. I looked at her with pleading eyes that said; If only you can remember me, if only you can remember who I am; if only. I'm calling out to you, hear my desperate cries please...don't leave me here to die.

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