Why She Stayed (xxxtentacion)

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I start to turn, the pressure in my chest starts building. I could feel a cold chill run down my spine as I take that first step away.

But I dont make it that far. His hand grips my wrist pulling me into his chest. "I've been watching you." His breath was cold against my ear.

Everything about him disgusted me.

"Leave me alone!" I tell him.

I try and kick him from behind but he blocks and throws me onto the sand instead. "You are dirty." He tells me. He reaches for his back pocket, pulling something out. "I'll make you pure again." He promises.

I can finally see the object in his hand, a knife.

He pointed it within a few inches of my heart and held it quivering there, all the while I shook in fear. I was going to die was the recurring thought in my mind.

It was cold fear that swept through me, this person who managed to ruin a great part of my life was now set on taking what was left.

But I didn't want to go like this. 

"Please you don't need to do this." I start to reason with him, but the glint in his eyes is menacing.

I wonder if he's killed before, how many girls have come before me?

"I'll be with you in the afterlife, we can be together." I shake my head, and that's when I turn and get on my feet. Wanting to make a run for it but he managed to spin me around. 

"Please." My voice whispers.

But he's lifting the knife in the air and with a flick of his wrist he swings. "X! Save me!" I shout at the top of my lungs. 

I push my hands out in front of me trying to block. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second waiting, I can hear muffled sounds but I'm too afraid to look. 

"Stay away from her!" My eyes flash open at the sound of X's voice. 

X had tackled him to the ground and was now plummeting him with his fists. 

My stalker throws a punch at X and tries to slash at X with his knife. Fortunately he blocks the attack and continues to punch him straight in the face, causing him to drop his knife. X tries to grab his knife, but my stalker kicks it away. 

I watch as he tries pushing X off him but no matter what he does it's undeniable that X overpowers him.

He's plummeting him with his fists hitting him over and over on repeat, all that anger he had stored away in his heart because of what had happened on that day was resurfacing.

And he was letting it out with each blow to the face. "Ill fucking kill you!" X shouts.

I cover my mouth with my hands as tears run down my cheeks.

He continues hitting him on the face, blood gushes down his nose and he starts to look unrecognizable.

Almost like the real monster he was inside except now outside.

I take a step towards them, my hand reaching for X. "Stop." I whisper, my hand resting on his shoulder.

He doesn't hear me from how heated he is. "Pleàse, stop." I tell him, I have to get on my knees and wrap my arms around him.

Holding him against me as I feel him grow slack.

"It's all his fault." X says, sinking against me. I pull my head back to look him in the eyes when suddenly I see my stalker reaching for a rock.

"No!"

He smashes the rock against X's head. The force was so gruesome that X collapses to the ground.

My stalker scrambles to his feet lunging towards me. "Help!" I try to turn away but he's climbed onto me, his hands gripping around my neck in a choke hold.

I try to push him off but his grip around my neck tightens.

From the corner of my eye I see X grabbing the knife. I can barely make out a word and slowly I begin to loose consciousness.

I felt so powerless with his hands wrapped around my throat, taking my breath and life away, little by little.

They held me tighter and tighter until my breath was shallow and the edges of my vision started fading to black. All I could do was repeat in my head that I couldn't die.

I wasn't going to die.

But life was slipping away and so was my breath.

That was until X pierced the knife to the back of his chest. The grip on my neck loosened, it took a moment before his body slipped off mine and collapses against the sand.

I gasp for air, turning to my side, my eyes can barely make out what I'm seeing but once my breathing returns to normal I gasp.

Staring deep into his eyes, cold dead eyes.

I push myself up. X looks at me in shock as if he too can't believe it for himself.

"He's dead." He confirms.

I feel the urge to vomit, "You need to get out of here Flor." X says.

"You need to run." He wipes the blood from his hands to his jeans. "Run!" He shouts at me.

I start to back away, "But-"

"Leave Flor! Don't look back just run!" He says hurriedly.

I stare at him for a long second before turning away. My feet move on there own.

No.

I run ahead as thoughts invade my mind.

This is all some bad dream.

I feel a sudden pain overwhelm me, my chest tightening and I sob even harder.

I gasp aloud for air, desperate to fill my lungs as I continue running.

Why us?

Why did it always have to be us?

I start to come to a sudden halt, a hand pressed onto my chest. I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was suffocating.

Suddenly I thought of my visit with the doctor, when he told me to take care of my health...to avoid any instances where I could get a panic attack.

But I was already on my knees gasping, my nails clawing at my chest desperate for air. Air that wouldn't come.

My vision blurred as my hand which was now in a shape of a fist smacked my chest in repeat, each punch growing fainter and fainter as the world around began to grow dark. I slowly sank to the ground, my intake of breath shortening.

I had collapsed on the side of the road, shielded by fallen debri so no one could really see me and besides it was already dark.

I lay there, in the dark hunched over in a tiny ball. The cold was the only thing comforting me as I came to realize that it was over.

The nightmare was over.

Now a new one remained in a dark comer in my mind and heart...

X was on his knees as the cold wind blew and as the waves pushed against the sand.

Time passed and he couldn't move, realizing what he had done.

But what he didn't count on were witnesses. Witnesses to this horrible scene, but to his misfortune Jessica had found him.

Her eyes landing from him to the body.

"Oh my god." Jessica whispers as she looks from Jahseh to the dead body. "You killed him."

X knew the moment he looked into her eyes that nothing good was to come out of this.

Especially when she arches her eyebrows as if challenging him. He knew whatever she had in mind was going to bring pain to either him or Flor.

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