"нope" [h.s.]

deмonѕ

"I hope you understand that I can only be friends with you."

Did you hear that? It was the last bit of my heart breaking into hundreds of little pieces . It was the last part that I've been hiding from even myself. It was hidden for someone special to find it, to fix it, and to try and put together the other pieces.

I can't look into his eyes. It's too embarrassing for me right now. It would be less painful if a knife got through my chest and then through my heart. This pressure in my chest, the feeling of having an enormous emptiness inside it. I would just throw myself off a cliff and never get back. This is too much for me right now. Knowing that my world could crush with a simply word, I would have never continue with my friendship with him. If I had known how he could destroy me, I wouldn't had fought to keep my eyes open that night. I would have just close them and wait for myself to drift into an endless dream. A dream in which you can't feel, you can't suffer. I know that everything would be much easier. I know that I wouldn't have to fight against myself every single day. I know that I'm not important to anyone, not even Alex. I know that he is with Dana and that she is the most important person for him.

I don't trust myself to speak, neither to move so I open the car door and step out of it. I'm lost. Fuck him and the entire world. I don't need anyone! I'm not in the mood of dealing with my mum so I get my keys from my pocket and open the damn door.

Everything is quite, too quiet. It's almost creepy. No lights are on. I have a bad feeling.

"Mum, I'm here..." I say loudly. I don't hear anything. The blinds are down and there is nearly no light in the house. I know that she doesn't like seeing the sunlight so normally, we have the blinds down and lights on. "Mum..." It's really getting on my nerves. "Mum!" This time I shout it. An outstanding bang make me jump. "What the-" something grabs my ankle and I fall to the ground. "Oh god. Are you okay mum? What happened?"

"He... He... He is here..." She whispers, sending chills through my body.

"Sh sh sh. You need some sleep." I help her on her feat and look at my watch. It's 3:40 p.m. In about 4 hours the sun will set.

Once we've gone up the stairs and into her room, I lay her on the bed. She was so tired that she slept all the afternoon. I hadn't eaten anything after the amazing breakfast. I've spent all afternoon reading one of the best books ever published, I just feel identify with it. I've read it a thousand times. I know it by heart. "Hopeless" is called. It's an old English novel, with 600 pages. You know when people say that there is nothing perfect, well that's because they haven't read this book. When I finish the last chapter I wipe the lonely tear that always gets his way to my cheak. I don't cry, I mean, no one has seen me cry since that night. I spent one damn week in my room, crying to sleep every fucking night. That's why I don't cry. Maybe I've cried all I had to cry in my life during that week...

A bloody scream interrupts my thoughts. What time is it? 10 p.m. It's dark outside. I rush into my mum's room and she isn't in bed. "What the-"

"You slut! I hate you. I never wanted you to be born. He is killing me from the inside and guess who's fault it is?! YOURS! You are a demon so let my child out! Go to hell!"

"Mum, it was only a dream... Return to bed." She slaps me in my face. That fucking hurt. "What the hell?"

"You! Let my son out! You bastard!"

"It's me it's, Nat!"

"Don't you dare pronounce my daughters name!" She slaps again, this time harder, making me fall. "I will kill you! I promise!"

"Mum... Let... Me... Breath...." Her right hand is on my neck, trying to strangle me. "I'm... Nat..." She slap my face once more. I think I will fade out if she continuous.

"It's your fault! He is killing me! Let my daughter alone! God knows what you've done to her!" I just want to die. My mother hits me even harder on my mouth, this time I can taste blood. "Now, get out of her!" I push her away, she falls to the floor and it's my opportunity to scape.

She never had hit me before. Is it really my fault? I mean, am I such a slut? I know that it was a dream that made her react that way. I hear her running down the stairs looking for me. The keys! Where the fuck are they? Yes! There they are! On top of the dinning table. When I have them in hand, I direct myself to the door. Suddenly I feel a great pain in my head. I realise that my mum is on top of me, slapping me in the face and hitting me. When I collect myself I shook her away and run towards the door. Just when I'm going out she hits me again and makes me fall to the ground.

"Don't ever come in here again unless you are my daughter!" My head bounces on the floor and I'm outside alone. I can't move. I don't know why. Was that my mother? Am I a demon? Was I really ruining her life? Suddenly I feel someone moving me, one arm under my legs and another in my back. Who is this? When I try to see who it is, everything turned black and I just fade away. Who is carrying me? Did he saw my mother hitting me?

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(Hey guys!

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