Broken Vessels

| Chapter X- Cole |

| November 21, 2017 |

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Please don't murder me! I know it's been almost a month since my last update and I do apologize. I have no excuses other than the fact that I've been lazy and slacking haha. But I'm back with a new chapter and I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Involves violence! And the thoughts of suicide. 

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| Chapter X- Cole |

*I'm somewhere between giving up and seeing how much more I can take. -Anonymous*

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Again and again. Over and over. Never stopping, never ending. It was like, to him, I was a punching bag. Something that can't get broken. Something that will remain in place so he could vent out his anger and whatever else was plaguing him. But I wasn't. I was human. I felt. I broke. I suffered. And I wouldn't stay in one place for long.

At least, that's what I told myself as he continued to lay punch after punch and pain after pain on me. I had to think about something else because then the pain would make its way into my conscious and then it'd be unbearable.

"You a**hole. All yer do is stand in my way, taunting me with those quiet eyes. Yera waste of space. No one loves you yet you act like they do. I despise you and am here to remind you that no one cares. And they won't ever care," he hissed as he pressed me against the wall with his hands around my neck.

I was starting to see stars and I felt my face turning purple then blue Of course, I couldn't be too sure but I was loosing the blood for. And that's when the realization seeped in. I was going to die! But as soon as the fear came, it left. I stopped struggling and let him. Why should I care if I die or not? He was right. I was a waste of space. I was nobody at all. Someone nobody took notice of and wouldn't miss if I disappeared.

My eyes started to close as the darkness began to sweep into me. Such a shame though. The last thing I wanted to see wasn't Brian's bulldog face. I was hoping to see my real father's face and the good times my family had when I was a kid.

I was hoping that when I die, I'd die with meaning, with purpose, with an accomplishment. But someone like me couldn't have that right? Because I was a nobody.

I felt myself falling and the pressure against my neck was gone. Cold and chilling air began to enter in my lungs, filling me with much needed air. I coughed and hacked as more and more air filled my body, trying to rid the feeling of being strangled away. It was like being pressed deep into the ocean only to suddenly shoot upwards at an incredible speed. I felt my face returning to its normal color but I felt weak. Too weak to stand. Too weak to speak. Not that I could anyway.

"F*** it. You're not worth killing right now. It'll be too boring if you died," he spat as he walked away from me yet again. But not without a final kick to my ribs.

My breathing was harsh and I sure bet I wasn't the best looking thing out there at the moment. I probably looked like a haggard man, lying in a ball on the floor, trying to catch my breathing and my sanity. I felt it slowly slip away. I mean, I was thinking about dying just now. Was I really pushed to that point? Did I really want it to end already?

Or do you want to try holding on a bit more? Life will always get better, the optimistic part of my mind said.

Don't be a fool. It's just gonna spiral downward from here. Why let it get to that point when you can end it right now? the pessimistic part argued.

I closed my eyes and tried to see which one I would let determine my fate. The optimistic or pessimistic? Did I want to live or did I want to die? To see if life has something better planned for me or if this was all I was gonna get?

The voices stilled and I finally knew what I had to do. If I gave up now, I'd just be giving Brian the satisfaction of me chickening out and taking the 'easy' way out. I wouldn't let that happen.

I found myself standing up shakily, slowly making my way towards the restroom, my throat feeling sore. I pushed the door open and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I winced.

My hair was matted to my face, sweat and tears alike spread around. Bruises the size of a rock decorated my face where I couldn't block his hits. His fingerprints from where he strangled me began to show as time passed on. Sh**. I'd have to cover that up for tomorrow.

Tomorrow. New seating arrangements. I'd be sitting next to Veronica. Well. I'll just have to make sure she wants to get away from me.

I weakly splashed cold water on my face and gave a shuddered breath. I felt exhausted and drained of energy both physically and spiritually. And I looked like a walking corpse. Maybe a dead version of Hades. Kidding...

I walked out of the bathroom after drinking some painkillers and collapsed on my bed quite harshly, causing my body to protest. But I was too weak to do anything. I found myself drifting off to sleep while a shadowed person came and brushed some of my hair from my face while whispering, "I'm so very sorry." 

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