Dealing With The Deadliest [Finished]

|Chapter 8|Their Encounter

My brain took its own time registering what had  happened. My pain receptors signaled it without any ado.

I am hit...by a car?

I lay on the road clutching my stomach tight. Adrenaline shot through my system, every inch of it sensing the after effects of the excruciating pain. My abdomen suffered the worst blow I could have imagined and it felt like tearing me apart. The  intense pain travelled all the way from my abdomen to the spinal cord, the shock wave still lingering on the inside.

I looked at the car that had hit me. I was sprawled out near its wheels for all I knew. The driver or whoever in fact whatever that had hit me, did not come out of the car. 

Could this get any more obvious?

Killer unique.

I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and got ready to embrace the oncoming death. The darkness didn't look bad anymore for I knew I would soon be consumed in it. The stabbing pain in my stomach shot back again and I effortlessly coughed up dark crimson blood.

G-Gross.

No, I will still win.

I was almost at the doorstep of my house.

If death was  what was written for me, I will die in peace and  in a place I can call my own.

I struggled getting up from my spot. My long hairs were a mess and fell inartistically on both the sides of my shoulders. I was cold. My nose. My fingers. They were ice cold.

Should I fear anymore? I'll die even before I died.

Even if I did not die, Bell will surely kill me.

Why did my life become like this?

A week ago from now, I would have laughed if they told me that I would die being chased by a serious killer spluttering blood out of my mouth with bleeding stomach and knees.

I looked at the car when I got up. There was no one in the driver's seat, and I couldn't care any less.

I staggered like a drunken man and finally made it inside my house. Another sharp pain shot through my body and I found myself crumbling to the ground before I could manage to turn the lights on.

Please, let me just buy some time.

Before saving myself, I needed to stop this throbbing pain.

My stomach drastically revolted against everything. I lay on the floor curled up like a cocoon clutching my stomach tight. It pulsated and writhed on its own searing in unearthly pain.

This was more scary. Now, there was another way I could die and he didn't even have to kill me for that.

I wondered whether things might have been different had I just stayed in Bell's house.

The only faint shade of moonlight that had illuminated my room began turning dark. My vision became slurred and I found myself going into a deep slumber. The pain was unbearable and I began feeling tranquil and woozy.

I was in my home, at last. Nothing mattered anymore.

My organs are probably hemorrhaging inside.

I shut my eyes feeling the  fear and anguish once again. The pale elucidation of the moonlight were gradually turning into wads of tiny black dots. My vision was blacking out. I tried keeping my eyes open, but my brain betrayed me.

Why couldn't I even manage to  control my own vision?

I wanted to sleep, yes, I wanted to. To escape this unbearable pain. The cold touch of the wind wheezing in from my window only added to more serenity which in turn whisked me into a more somber sleep. I couldn't see.I couldn't feel. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I just lay there like the feeble person I was, waiting for death to consume me once and for all.

My consciousness evoked slight when two arms pushed their way under my back and started tugging under me, seeking to hold  me of my abdomen. I could feel it. I could smell it. But I couldn't move. The person didn't make any sound. I didn't have the power left to register fear in my mind anymore.

Who was this?

I don't even want to know.

Perhaps he thought I was already dead? I kept resonating back from senselessness to consciousness.

And then, I felt myself being hoisted up from the floor by two strong arms underneath me, determined to lift me up. He lifted me up in his arms with ease. I didn't want to think of my doom anymore.

I felt my legs dangling out of  his arms.  I could only feel. Just feel. I made an effort to look at him, but all my eyes  met with were the ceiling of my house. His face was encompassed in shadows. I couldn't make out anything. He reeked of blood. Pure fresh blood. The stench of the blood filled my nostrils and made me feel nauseous.  It was strong and over powering me. My fear had already crossed the boundary of its sanity.

My life was in the hands of this person.

No, rather my death was.

 I knew he was looking down at me. I don't know what happened anymore. My consciousness begged me to leave it alone. I couldn't hold up with this pain any longer. He heaved me up in his arms and took me with him to a place I don't even want to know, and I lay there resembling nothing less than  a lifeless body.

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A/N- *coughcough*