Perpetual Rain ✓

Goodbye

You could feel your arm bend the opposite way, breaking at the elbow as your ribs concaved inwardly, puncturing your lungs and liver. Screams barreling from your throat so loudly that they ripped at the muscles on their way. The only thing to heal them was the warm taste of your own blood as it forced its way up your throat and burst from your lips like a volcanic eruption, silencing your agonizing screams... at least outwardly.

This was it wasn't it? This felt like the worse case of deja vu, a memory you never wanted. You tried to force your eyes open, wondering if you were still on the outside looking in. Based on the pain though... 

Not even a second later, something pierced through your abdomen, skewering you like a human kabob in a fraction of a second. You could have sworn you felt your own stomach leave your body, but not before the acids contained inside spilled onto your lower intestines, making them burn hotter than any fire you could imagine. All you could do was focus on the pain. The unimaginable and colossal agony.

Your body tensed, your head leaned back toward the roof of the car. You tried to gasp for breath. You tried to scream, you tried to talk. You could feel everything, every last bit. 

"Y/N!" A horrific and terrifying scream that took the symbols of your name. You were finally able to lift your eyes, just barely as they hung heavy like iron. Hazed from the tears and forced nearly shut from the pain. You could make out the figure of a man, squeezed between the driver seat and passengers side, reached out to you. Large, callous hands reached for your blood-stained face, engulfing your cheeks in a tight squeeze.

It was your father. You could see that now. It was so easy, those voices you heard in the tub. The visions of the blurry man. It was he who tried so desperately to save you, you could see it in his eyes that he would have given anything, just to save you. 

"No. No. No! Y/N, please!" The rustic voice riddled with heartbreak yelled as he roughly stroked your cheeks with this thumb, trying desperately to keep your head up straight as you were rapidly losing the strength to move anything.

"Dad...?" You tried to choke out, but the blood muffled your words, all you could do was gargle on your own blood. 

You were trapped in your body, hearing the sound of your own voice that you didn't command. Not then at least, it was your own personal horror movie and you were front and center, with the best seats in the house. 

'Please... please help me.' You inwardly begged, knowing the ability to speak was no longer granted, you could hear your own thoughts as clear as a telephone call. The rain was growing. You could feel your body shifting into hyperdrive, or maybe that was actually cardiac arrest.

'Make it stop, Please. Just make it stop.' You remembered begging, but you were the only one who could hear you anymore.

It was only natural to beg for your life at a time like this, wasn't it? To not want to die? You were only eighteen. You were so scared. You were only granted one last word... You only wished now that it was filled with more love, instead of a single title that would haunt the man desperately trying to save your life. 

"Y/N, I love you! Please, stay with us!" You'd never heard your father sound so unbelievably desperate. He patted at your cheek softly. "Baby-girl, you're strong. You can fight this! Don't give up on me!"

If only you could have told him the same thing. If your last words could have been a return of that affection, to both your father and your mother. Your father hardly every said such sappy things, he stopped calling you baby-girl when you were just eight. In the heat of the moment, it had slipped out.