The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Forty-Five: Psychotic Maniac.

{A/N: Please make sure that you read the small author's note at the end of this chapter. :)  Thanks. ~Dee}

Chapter 45: Psychotic Manic.

How dare he. How dare he do this. How dare he talk about my mother like that. What right does he have? None. He has no right to talk about her like that, after what he did. No. I’m so done. At least now I can finally be completely done with him. And then Shawn, how could he not get pissed? Honestly. He just sat there and told me to sit down, what is wrong with him? Does he not realise what he said? Did he not hear him? If he stays and listens to the shit coming out of that jackasses mouth then I’m done with him too. We have fought and I’ve been able to forgive him, but after this… if he listens to him, I will never forgive him. Ever. Our mother.

I slammed the door behind me as I got home and headed to my room, but on my way there my wonderful mother came up to me and gave me a big hug.

“Hi Sweetie! Oh- I’m so glad you’re home. I missed you.” she pulled away and smiled at me. I was too angry though.

“I missed you too. But... I’m going to go for a run. Is that okay?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but she saw something.

“Something wrong?”

“I just- I need to clear my mind and get away for a while.” I shrugged.

“Okay, but keep your phone on you and take your pepper spray just in case.”

“Yeah, I know the drill. I will.” I said and walked into my room.

I pulled out my phone and in a lame attempt that I already knew the outcome to, I dialed Ryan’s number.

“Hey Ryan. It’s Lynsey… I uh-” I sighed, “If you could just call me when you get this. Yeah- I really just need to hear your voice right now. Uh- yeah, just… please. Alright- I can’t wait for you to be home. See you soon.”

It was seven o’clock when I left for my run. Shawn had come home, but was in his room behind closed doors- I wasn’t going to face him now.

I shuffled my Exercise playlist and started down the sidewalk.

My mind wandered all over. Filling me with many emotions. Rage, Sadness, Confusion, Hopelessness, Sorrow, Fear, so on.

I lost my sense of time as I ran and didn’t feel any sort of pain through my body. My ringtone suddenly came through the headphones so I pulled out my phone and took the headphones out. It as Ryan. I was just about to pick up when I was body slammed into a tree behind me.

My vision blurred for one second as the call went to voicemail. I looked up at the person who had me pressed against the tree and when I saw her bright green eyes, I knew.

Melissa.

“Hi Lynsey.”

“H-hi.”

She laughed menacingly, “Did you think I was just going to disappear? Really?”

I gulped audibly.

“You know I didn’t find out until today about you two. This man came up to me and told me. Did I not tell you to stay away from Ryan? Hm?”

“Y-you… did.” I stuttered.

She laughed again and I could smell the alcohol in her breath, “Well this time- I’m going to get the message across.” She pulled up a shining object to my eye level. A knife? Why does she have a knife? 

She stabbed the knife at my leg and I fell to the ground, shrieking in pain. I looked over at my phone and pulled up the Phone, dialing 911 and pressing send before the phone was thrown from my hand. It reminded me so much of Farah’s story.

“Oh- no. We can’t have that.” Melissa bent down to my level. She yanked me up and pulled me further away from the road, people, witnesses. I was scared to death, she had killed before what’s stopping her now? Nothing. I went to grab for my pepper spray, but it wasn't clipped to my waist band any longer, it must've snapped off when I fell... of course.

“I told you to stay away from him. But did you listen? No. That was a bad choice you know, not listening. And now look at the situation you have gotten yourself into.” she pushed me to the dirt and brought the blade to my arm drawing some more blood. “Now you aren’t going to tell the cops are you? You probably should listen to me this time. If you go to the cops, I will do worse. Whether it be now or later.”

I shook my head, unable to find the oxygen or strength to answer with words.

“Good. Next order of business.” she took the blade to my face and traced the edge alongside my already wet cheek, “Stay away from Ryan. Don’t talk to him, look at him, bump into him. The only thing you have left to do is break-up with him. Understood?”

I hit my head against the back of the tree, I didn’t want to be here. I’d rather be knocked out and let her do anything to me then have to watch as she dragged the sharp edge over my skin.

“You-” she laughed, “You are so pathetic. Honestly. I remember doing this kind of thing before, of course that was with Methamphetamine, but still. You know how that ended? She died. Farah- you’re ‘perfect little boyfriend’s’, dead sister. That’s right I killed her and I got away with it. You know what that means,” she inched closer to me, “I can get away with murdering you too.”

“Police! Put your hands where I can see them.”

I felt as I was pulled up from the ground, the blade finding it’s way to my throat.

“I don’t think so. Take one step closer and she’s dead.” Melissa grunted from behind me.

{A/N: I know that this whole thing may sound really unlogical but you have to remember that Melissa is unstable and mentally crazy due to drugs and all of that nasty stuff... It isn't like she has some sane state of mind. It might seem odd, but it's just the way that Melissa's mind works. You have to understand that or it just seems completely nuts. Okay... thanks. ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT! Oh my God... I can't believe it, but I'll get all mushy then. Love you all! And sorry this was kind of short... <3 ~Dee}

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