This is now

No More Pain, No More Suffering

I sit on the floor as Zack drove away from the house. I growl and wrap my hand around my neck and squeeze where Zack's hand was choking me. I let go of my neck and stand up. I fix my knife belt and go to the dinning table and look at the list.

•Clean your room.
•Clean the bathroom.
•Wash the floors.
•Clean the kitchen.
•Put away the laundry.
•Straighten up the living room.

I growl to myself and rip up the paper. I go out the backdoor and go into the woods behind Zack's house. I stalk a rabbit and kill it. I bring the dead rabbit inside and throw it on the table next to the ripped up chores list. I smirk and wash my bloody hands off at the sink. I clean my blade that I used to kill the rabbit and put it back into my blade holster. I go downstairs to where my room is and lock the door and sit on the bed. I start to get board and pull my blade out and press it to my arm. I push down hard on it till it cuts through my skin and I start to bleed. I smile and look at the blood.

"Why is blood so beautiful?" I mumble and pull my blade away from the cut. I make another cut right next to my first cut.

By the time I was done I had six cuts on my arm. I lay back on my bed and lay my arm out to the side as I watch all six cuts bleed. I laugh lightly as the blood drips down my arm and onto the white carpet floor. I mumble to myself as the blood keeps running.

"Sunlight falls and darkness covers the ground." I mumble.

"No more pain, no more suffering." I laugh a bit as I get lightheaded.

"Take my life. We know you want too. Just rip my soul away from me. Everyone wants me dead anyways." I laugh out as I feel my body go numb.

"No more pain, no more suffering.........." I mumble and pass out from blood loss.

***Five Hours Later***

I hear yelling and running around me. I open my eyes a bit and I see Kyle yelling and crying holding my arm.

"You're not dying on me!" He yelled at me. I mumble and sit up.

"Let go of me kid." I growl and pull my arm away from him.

"What the hell happened. Why would you do this?" Kyle yelled as he pulled at my arm to clean it up.

"I'm fine brat let me go." I yank my arm back from Kyle and look at the scabbed cut marks.

"Why would you do that?" Kyle asked with tears in his eyes.

"Because I like it. I like the adrenaline rush it gives me. I'm fine, I'm not dead." I mumble and look at Kyle's watery eyes.

"I thought you were dead." He starts to cry.

"No I'm not dead. Go back to miles house. You aren't going to like the show Zack's going to put on when he gets home." I huff and look at Kyle.

"What did you do?" He asked well sitting on the bed next to me.

"Everything I wasn't supposed to. Now run along." I hiss at him.

"Why? Why would you want me to leave?" Kyle asked standing up.

"Because I want to be alone." I growl at him.

"To kill yourself?" He yelled.

"No I have no intention of doing that. Now just go brat." I bark at him and he leaves me. I look down at my arm. The cuts are all scabbed up now and the blood is dry. I sigh and lay back down on the bed and look up at the ceiling. I mumble lightly and decide I should get up and clean my arm.

I get out of bed and go into the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom. I turn on the sink and put my arm under the warm water. The water in the bowl of the sink was turning a tinted red color and the scabs fell off the cuts. I looks into my cuts and see they were pretty deep. I turn off the water and get a towel and dry my arm off and get some bandage out of the first aid kit. I wrap my arm up and go back into my room and sit on the floor next to the bed.

"No more pain, no more suffering." I mumble as I look at the bandage around my arm.

A knock came from my door and it opens. Jay was standing in the doorway with a mad look on his face. He looked down at my arm and sees the bandages. He comes over to me and kneels down next to me and take my arm. He looks at the bandage.

"What did you do?" He asked well looking up at me.

"None of your fucking busyness." I growl and pull my arm away.

"Did you cut yourself?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter." I growl.

"Well, dinners ready and Zack is very pissed off about what you did." Jay looked into my eyes.

"So what? I've dealt with him before. I've spent the last 10 years with that monster. This is nothing." I growl and look at Jay.

"How old are you Celeana?" Jay asked lightly.

"18," . "why?"

"You've been with Zack sense you were 7?" Jay asked very quietly.

"Yes."

"Why do you think he hates you?" Jay asked.

"I know he hates me. I'm a pet. He's a mob boss. You know nothing about my world that I was thrown into. It's a all for one world.  Survival of the fittest. If you wont fend for yourself. You're going to die." I growl at Jay.

"Well then, dinner is done. Come upstairs and eat with us." Jay stood up and walked to the bedroom door.

"Why should I?" I mock.

"Because this will be the only time you can eat tonight."