Deadly

Chapter 26

TRIGGER WARNING this chapter deals with suicide. If you aren't comfortable reading it, send me a pm and I'll give you a recap of what happened.

I don't remember falling asleep, I just remember the pain in my chest, the ache. I remember seeing his eyes in my dreams, the shade of brown was so perfect, that I almost thought it was real. I woke up in the middle of the night, hoping that everything had just been a terrible nightmare. But Bennnett's arms were still around me, still holding me tight after all the times I fell apart before I fell asleep. The nightmare was in fact my reality. I wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up again.

The heart break.

The numbness.

The darkness.

It was all too much.

At least in my dreams, he was still there. He was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. He was holding my hand, telling me that he would never leave, that we would grow old together. That we would be happy.

In my dreams, my father was still alive. What happened between him and my mother never happened. She loved me as much as he did. She would never do anything to hurt either of us. Felicity was married to a handsome, nice man. Percy met a Princess from a distant land and became King when he asked for her hand in marriage. Luca was a pest, but he was family, and family loved each other. In my dreams, Carter never existed.

Careful not to wake him, I slipped from Bennett's arms. He remained still, his breathing even. I stood from the bed and walked to the tall glass windows, where the moonlight shone through. From here, I could see the edge of the horses stables. It was shrouded in darkness, moonlight bounced off the corner of the roof, casting shadows across the lawn.

He promised.

He promised and he still left.

Inhaling deeply, I reached for the letter opener that was sitting atop a pile of books on my small desk. I turned it over in my hands, taking in the cool metal, the thin form of it.

I wanted the pain to go away.

I wanted it all to end.

What point was there, when no one loved me? I thought of the resolve in Dallas's eyes when he looked at me, when he left me. He knew that he had to leave, knew that I wasn't worth it. I felt my own resolve, bringing the sharp end of the letter opener to the inside of my forearm. There was a prick of pain, then nothing. Blood started to drip, then fell in a stream when I brought the letter opener upward.

" Katherine?!"

I stopped, looked up.

Bennett was across the room in less than a heart beat. He grabbed the letter opener from me forcefully and threw it against the wall. It hit with a clank, then fell onto my vanity. He grabbed both of my wrists and examined the blood with furrowed brows. There was so much blood now.

" What were you thinking?!" He asked.

" There's no point."

" What?"

" There's no point."

Too weak to keep myself upright, I slowly descended to the floor. Leaning my head back against the wall, I sighed with relief. He couldn't stop it now, it was too late. There was too much blood, the cut was too deep.

Even when I could hardly make out his features in the darkness, I could see the valkyrie blue in his eyes expanding. He paced back and forth in front of me, slamming his fist into the wall. He cried out, for what, I don't know.