A 17 year old girl living her life of tragedy and death at every corner. Her moms not around and her dads dead. She has older brothers and a little brother who is her world. Boys are chasing after her and men are trying to claim her. People are dyin...
It's been weeks, I miss her, I need her. She hasn't been answering me and I'm growing impatient. I want to take her now but now's not the time. She can't know who I am it will ruin everything and she will never learn to love me. I've been in love with Zeiannye from the moment I laid eyes on her in preschool. We used to play together. Our favorite game was house and we would pretend to be husband and wife. We would pretend the plastic baby doll was our baby and everything. I remembered how we used to hold hands during recess and I would share my PB&J sandwiches with her. I even kissed her and she kissed me back. We were together then and we will be together now and forever. Nothing will stand in my way. I will have her. Now that Roman's out of our way I can continue my plans easily without him trying to get at her. Tsk he thought he was just going to get with her ha she turned his ass down.
I can't take it no more I'm going to see her. I'm going to spend the night holding her. I'm hurt that I have to cause her all this pain but in the end it will be all worth it because I will be there and fix her broken heart.
It's been over a month and I can't muster enough energy or strength to leave my bed. I feel like I don't deserve to live, that being dead is just so much easier then being in this inescapable hell. I hate my life, I have nothing to live for I have nobody. I have no family and I don't really care for those fake ass people at that dumb school. But what kills me the most is that Noah is gone, he's dead. Now that he's not here I don't see the point in living. Don't get me wrong I love my older brothers too but I'm just not that close with them. As soon as they could they left and never came back. They never look for me or even have the decency to call once in a while. A text wouldn't have hurt.....Maybe there was a reason but it not like it matters because they are dead anyways.
*Blink Blink*
My phone goes off telling me I got a text message but I don't see no point in answering. After about a few seconds my curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up.
Damiann💦💦 You want some company beautiful I miss seeing your cute little face around school and I'm getting really tired of my little fix.
I don't know what possessed me to respond back. Maybe it's the grief talking and I just need someone to hold me or I am reaching a new low with me in my mental state where I don't give a shit about my life.
Me Sure. What time will you be here.
Damiann💦💦 Really that easy...WOW princess I thought you were going to put up a fight and make me work for it. But say no more.
Damiann💦💦 I'm surprised that you have yet to ask me how did I put my name in your phone.
Me At this point I really don't give a fuck and it not like you would tell me. All you would say is "I have my ways"
Damiann💦💦 See this is why I like you,..beauty and brains. I'll be over later and I'll bring movies, snacks while you just bring your sexy ass to the front door to let me in.
I have a bad feeling about this and I'm not sure I can trust Damiann. I'm mean I don't even know him. What if he's the one that is terrorizing me and I'm just serving myself on a silver platter for my predator. Either way it's not like it matters, I have nothing to lose.
Me Mhmmhhmm🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
I texted before forgetting that he can't see me as I shrug my shoulders.
I put down my phone and thought that I should just get some sleep until it's time to get ready or at least attempt to look decent for when Damiann gets here.
Hours Later...................
My eyelids flutter open, sweeping the sleep from my eyes. I look over a the clock and decided to start getting ready.
I walk over to the bathroom and started to undress myself. As I reached for the bottom of my top it feels like time was standing still. My hands were painted in blood. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach. It feels like for the first time I'm seeing everything for the first time but this time everything is clear and vivid. Drops a second a part makes its way in to my hair and to my forehead. I reach for the warm liquid running down my forehead using my index finger I make contact with this mysterious liquid. Bringing my smooth nimble fingers into view I spot a drop of thick, warm, crimson-colored liquid. Minutes go by as I slowly analyze the liquid making a mark along my finger tips. I steadily move my finger towards me gradually dragging it along my pillow like lips til the liquid was no longer dancing on the tips of my fingers. My tongue makes its way out of my mouth as it glides along the blood stained lips. The taste of iron and metallic clings to my taste buds. Intrigued by the foreign but benign taste I'm pulled away from my deeply infatuation. Another drop of warm liquid kisses my head. I lift my head up towards the ceiling. There it was, there he was. My father's body oozing from the ceiling. His blood slowly but surely being drained out of his body. Patches of blood spreads it's way from above me to the perimeter of the ceiling
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. Filling each area of the walls around me. Blood rain runs out of the shower head and the sink faucet becomes a never-ending bloody waterfall.
The room starts to spin. Evil laughter fills my ears as my head feels like a ton of bricks have clashed against my temples, repetitively.
