Right or Wrong? {complete}

Screams

Natasha(POV)
I scream. And scream. I don't stop. I don't stop screaming while I send my fist into the tv. I don't stop screaming when I pull my hand out and see blood is covering it along with shards of the tv screen. I scream. I scream through the tears that slide down my face in a fast rhythm. I scream for minutes. Then hours. It feels like years. I scream until my voice runs hoarse. And my throat stings with every sound. Still I carry on. And they let me. To my disappointment Ivan nor one of the guards comes in and tells me to shut up or sterilizes me. Instead they let me. They let me scream. I imagine them listening in on me with grins on their faces. More so I imagine Steve. And when I think about him I scream some more. First just random groans. Sometimes terrible words that I didn't know I knew. I curse this. I curse life. I curse my bad luck. I curse this cruel world and the people living here. I even curse Steve for making me fall for him. And then I'm back to just screaming. I scream for what feels like days. I shout through the fire in my throat. Until finally my voice gives up and disappears. I try to scream. I want to. But no more sound comes out. Now I'm left with the rushing salty dears dripping from my eyes. Meanwhile the sound fills my ears. It surrounds me. The sound of the gunshot ringing in my ears. And the image. The image fills my head. An image of Steve's lifeless body falling to the ground. With red splotches soaking the blindfold. When my eyes have gone dry I retort to punching. I punch what's left of the tv. I bet on it until both my arms are covered in blood and shards. Why?! Why him? Why did they do it? How could I be so stupid? Was it really Steve, or just a trick? No, it was him right? Oh god. It's my fault. I showed them that Steve meant something to me. I showed them that I loved him. And they used that. They killed him because of me. Steve is dead. And it's my fault. monster. Monster. MONSTER!
These thoughts and questions race through my head as I pull at my hair and hit myself repeatedly. I want to make it go away. Make everything go away. And then I realize something. "I don't want to live in a world without Steve." I silently tell myself. "I don't want to live at all."

**** I know it's really short. I'm sorry. But it's only because I have to start doing chapter by the "months." I hope that's okay. Just if I did every day the chapters would be really really short. Anyways comment share and vote please. Sorry for the sadness. Oh and thank you for the incredible, amazing 2K reads. I am so amazed. And I am so happy. Thank you SO MUCH!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️