In Her Mind

Cold Blood .16.

When would the nightmares end ? When would I be granted freedom ? Would I ever escape my personal hell ? What happened to Connor ? Why did he leave me ? Why couldn't I answer my questions ?

My head was hurting from all the bad memories , I could not regain any relief. I had no understanding of time , It could have been weeks or days , mere hours or seconds , but still it felt like forever to me .

Guilty thoughts came back to me , how could I even attempt to slash my wrists ? I was so strong , but losing Connor had me broken and weak . I couldn't live without him . What exactly would it take to regain my conciousness ?

I mentally wanted to beat myself up for being so fragile , so stupid and weak . How could I let him hurt me again ? My blood boiled. If I ever did wake up from this , then I would make sure to never let anyone in again . I was stupid for trusting Connor for even a mere second.

I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead , I could feel the fresh blood on my wrists turn crisp . My body was no longer numb , I had some feeling back . I could hear soft weeping sounds from across the room. I could hear the soft tick tock from a nearby clock , and I could hear the thumping of my barely beating heart.

My eyes shifted between my closed lids , the blackness of my dreams were fading . Slowly I got stronger by the second. I slowly contracted my fingers . They felt thick from staying so stiff all the time. I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth . It felt thick as well.

I let out a short burst of breath . Flames from the cold air licking my lungs burned me , and I softly let out a painful cry . Footsteps rushed to me , brushing against my arms slowly . Whoever it was , was talking to me , but I could not hear the words .

I felt a wet rag be dabbed all over my face , keeping me cool . Strong hands lifted my back up before letting me rest against my now stuffed pillow again . Cold fingers touched the bandages on my wrists , softly unwrapping them , before cleaning my wounds . The figure let out soft cooing words , but I still couldn't understand the words .

The figure retied my wrists with clean bandages before letting me rest again . I didn't want to go to sleep again , I was too afraid that I'd never wake up again , and I still had to complete the murders . My mark had to be left on this town with its people that made my life hell.

I tried to open my jaw a bit , to let out words , and to keep me from falling asleep . My throat felt course as I first let out a scratchy 'n' and then an 'o' . I needed the figure to wake me up , I didn't care who it was , I just couldn't fall asleep again.

Suddenly I felt the familiar warm touch , strong hands caressed my face , pushing back the stray wisps of my pitch black hair . Sweet lips pressed to me forehead , encouraging me to wake up . I tried to move my hands and legs , I willed my body to move. I let out one last agonizing cry.

Then my green eyes shot open , and I gazed up at the white ceiling , watching the dust speckles dancing around . I didn't dare look forwards to the figure , I didn't want to know my fate . Could it be Connor ? Or did someone find me , recognize me from my crimes ?

The person's hand touched my cheek softly and lovingly , was this all just some kind of joke ? I felt a cold salty tear roll down my face , landing on my lips. Was it over ? Did my intentions really go to dust ? Such a shame , the people in this town needed to learn a lesson.

Finally I look forward to the person , he was blurry at first but soon my eyes started to focus . I saw his messy, oily blond hair first , then his broken body , littered with cuts . I dared to look him in the eyes , and when I did I saw that it was his blue eyes . Connor's perfect blue orbs stared back at me , a small smile evident on his worrisome face . 

Relief washed over me , I didn't lose my Connor , he was still with me and he cared for me . All along he was the figure protecting me and keeping me healthy. He was the mumbling voice in the background , the careful hands that kept me well .

A part of me felt forever thankful to what he is done , but it was a small part , and even if I already opened up to him , I quickly shut him out again . I promised myself to never fall weak because of him again , I promised myself to never feel till I am done with my killing . Nothing could stop me from completing my murders . Justice had to be served . 

I let him rejoice in the sweet moment a little longer . His lips brushed mine and he kissed me , embraced me . He was crying and talking to me but I shut it all out , I needed to be focused . I was healed now , and another kill was waiting to happen ...

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Hey Guys , sorry for not posting . Its been like a month , kill me now. XD

But here it is , Rose is finally awake , but she's complicated , and what happened to Deja ? Cudos to those who have an idea . XD

Anyways , I am posting this from my school's pc because I was stupid enough to waste my data and please forgive me XD Anyway , enjoy the chappie , maybe Chapter 17 will be out soon if you vote ! XD So give the star button some love ! XD 

TOODLES NOODLES !!!