One More Chance: Book 1

Ch.14 - My Demons II

(Devyn)
A week flew by which felt longer....like a month.

Every hour, I heard whistling from the halls.

The sound echoed, silencing everything else.

But I was curled up against the corner trying to give myself time to think.

The thought of Ethan touching me, I was sick to my stomach.

Disgusted with myself.

Tears rolled down my cheeks slowly and I was exhausted.

I was losing sleep.

It was freezing and I couldn't feel my fingertips or my feet.

My body was bare and I was alone in this cold room, no blanket, nothing.

Just a worn out mattress.

I heard the metal door clunk when it was unlocked.

"Here's your dinner."

They laid the food on the edge of my bed and I rolled my eyes looking the other way.

I had my knees up to my chest trying to give myself some coverage.

The plate of food was still sitting there.

A few hours passed by and I haven't seen Ethan all day.

My thoughts were stressed, tired, I couldn't even think straight.

My eyes caught the silver glare from the knife left on my plate.

What idiot leaves a knife on the plate?

I reached for it and I touched the point.

My mind faded black when the cold sharp metal touched my thighs.

I press more force and I cut deep into my skin, slowly sliding it up my thigh.

Blood seeped through the thin cut and I did it again.

I don't remember the last time I cut. I know it has been years since.

The pain was familiar, it felt good.

Amazing. Comforting.

The blade touched my other thigh and I pressed harder.

The blood started to flow more and I couldn't stop myself.

The numbness was strong.

"Oh Devyn?"

Ethan opened the door and I hid the knife.

"Where is it?!"

He bent down in front of me, getting a grip around my face, "Where is the knife?"

I spat in his face and it pissed him off even more.

He raised his hand, I shut my eyes tight and his warm hand connected with my cheek.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and he yelled at me.

"Where is the knife, Devyn!?"

His fingers reached for my cheeks and his nails dug into the fresh cuts and I screamed. He placed his hand over my mouth.

He saw the knife behind me and took it.

"Next time, it won't be your legs. It'll be your heart."

"Now for your actions, they come with consequences."

He pulled me by my legs and I cried for him to stop, "Ethan!"

"Say my name, Devyn. Louder!"

"Screw you!"