❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
↳ Sunday
May. 21st↲
I laid limp in my chair, my head hung and my muscles relaxed. I was awake, unable to sleep. I think Derek gave me Xanax this time, but I closed my eyes anyway.
Even though I was visibly out of it, he still slapped my face, trying to get my attention. He pulled my hair back, and my eyes remained shut. It was almost as if it was a protest.
"C'mon, Cath!" He gave a hard slap, my head falling before he caught it and held it up again. "I know you're not sleeping! GET! UP!" He shouted.
My eyes slowly opened, as I took my last few breaths. Time moved at a weird pace, the drugs making everything feel too real but the fact that I was going to die in a matter of minutes slowed it down. It was almost as if my brain wanted to clutch onto these last few minutes of life for as long as possible.
Tears fell from my eyes, sore from the other billion times I've cried. I gazed into his, not letting out a single sob or wail. I was eerily silent until I let out a quiet word.
"Please..."
He got close to me. "Please what?"
He knew exactly was I was going to say, but I gave him the satisfaction.
"Please put a fucking bullet in my brain already."
I was so hungry and thirsty, and knew I was going to die eventually. The process needed to speed up or else I'd be tortured to death.
Derek smiled, almost in a curious manner.
"Okay."
He grabbed his gun and pointed it at my forehead, now at a distance. He probably wanted to reduce the blood splatter on himself. My body trembled, jolting every now and then as if it were rejecting the gun.
I blinked rapidly, tears streaming down my face.
"Say please," he told me.
"P-please," my voice trembled.
"Please, Derek."
I glared at him, hating how he was getting so much satisfaction off of this.
"Please... Derek," I gritted.
He released the gun from my head and took my cheeks roughly, forcing his lips upon mine, slobber getting all over my dry cracked lips.
