TILL DEATH DO US PART {COMPLETED}

Demons and razors

Narrator's POV
Seth immediately chased after Becky but she was too fast and he was too shocked to catch up.

He arrived at the door just in time for it to be banged in his face, he tried turning the knob but sure enough it was locked.

He could hear Becky's crying through the door and it squeezed his heart out knowing that she was in pain and he was helpless.

"Becky please open the door!" Seth begged, close to tears as he banged the door over and over again.

Roman soon walked up to him and pl placed a comforting hand on his shoulder while Charlotte hugged him warmly. " We managed to get everyone out of the house" she said comfortingly.

But he shrugged them both off realizing that he was no longer hearing Becky's screams.

" Something's wrong" Seth said fearfully, " something is seriously wrong"

With that he began banging even harder on the wooden door. His fist already creating dents in the door.

On the other hand, Becky is inside the room, just silently watching the razor. Admiring it's glint against the sun as it lay lazily on the bedside table.

By now her body was in the room but her spirit was in it's own battleground fighting against demons that were hell bent on killing her. There was no point of fighting the demons, even if she won she'd still end up completely alone. No one cared for or loved her, so why would she fight for a life she wasn't even living?

She slowly picked herself up from the floor, never taking her eyes off the razor,her only key to freedom and eternal happiness.

She soon began walking towards the razor, with every step awakening the demons she thought had finally gone to sleep.

The paralyzing fear, the agonizing screams, the unbearable pain. It all came rushing back to her as she walked the longest walk of her life. Ironically for the first time she had a purpose for walking. To finally find peace.

Every sadistic laugh, every thrust and every curse.

She finally arrived at the table and picked up the razor with shaky hands, the tears running freely down her cheeks.

" Rebecca...my princess" "stupid bitch!" "Worthless... just worthless piece of thrash"

" Do it!" The voice said mockingly as she slowly placed the razor on her wrist. "No one would care anyways... they're all better off without you" the voice calls harshly.

In that moment, she threw the razor to the floor. She was being stupid. Of course she had people to live for, people who loved her they were just outside that very room.

As she turned around, she saw a man... that man on the rocking chair, calmly sipping a glass of wine. She froze to a spot.

Becky's POV

" Coward!" He screams into my ear, suddenly beside me towering over me intimidatingly "You couldn't do it could you?" He asks mockingly and I can't reply, I'm far too shocked.

" You know princess...I did miss you" he begins as he trails his cold fingers down my chin. I immediately start hyperventilating.

" What's wrong princess... don't remember my touch?" He asks snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me forcefully towards him so our lower parts are touching.

"Don't..." I begin weakly pleading but my voice trails off. "Princess..." He comes again but I scream and he punches me across the face.

The punch is so heavy I stagger to the bed, my mouth is immediately filled with blood and I spit it all out, wincing in pain from the cut on my lips.