Forever And Ever.

51 (The End)

(Trggerwarning: I know I dont usually put one of these right at the top. But this chapter is a big trigger warning. Reader discretion is advised. Theres violence, gore, all that shit. Also i couldntwait to publish this so two in one night. I spoil you lot.)

We were put in rooms that were seperate but next to eachother. There was a door in the room that connected these two rooms but I hoped it was locked. I didnt want to check if it was. There was a little kitchen area with a stocked mini fridge of goodies mostly candy and alcohol. There was also a place to make tea. Id ordered a cheese board at room service. id eaten all the good cheeses, Brie, Stilton, wensleydale, philidelphia. But I left the shit ones, e.g. red leichester and mature cheddar, the boring cheeses. I sat on the edge of the tub and waited for it to fill up, swirling my finger round and around in the clear water, creating ripple after ripple. once it was hot enough. I locked the door and poured myself a glass of red wine (it came with the cheese). I stripped and got in to the steamy water. it came up to my chest as I laid back and relaxed.
"What the fuck are you doing Jess? We're stuck in a hotel with a creepy pirate farmer dude and yer eating fancy cheese and drinking fancy wine?".

"Philidelphia is hardly fancy Liam" I reply with my eyes shut. Sounded like he was sitting on the toilet seat. "Neither is merlot. Its the expensive kind I'll give you that but its not fancy. Anyway you can talk isnt cavosier your favourite drink?".

"Thats beside the point Jess, yer need to be alert, not relaxing with a glass of wine in a tub in the middle of nowhere" he replies. 

"The door's locked, Liam, thats thick wood. Im safe. The cheese board itself was sat on the sink, id eaten it whilst waiting for the bath to run. "Have some if you want" I smile "ah wait yer cant because you aint real".

"You should still listen to me Jess" he replies.

"What so you can try and kill me like the rest of my hallucinations? Get a grip please".

He actually looked sad. "No. Id never do that. Im the good guy remember? Ive always been there for you when no one else was. You even told real liam I was a good conversation".

"Look this whole self aware meta hallucination shit really isnt cutting it for me" I reply.

"Man. If you're hallucinating I guess you really must be fuckin' crazy then, Jess. Real or not. Im only tryna help".

"Yeah well you aint so please fu-" there is a bang like something dropped from in the bedroom. I look at him shocked.

"What the fuck was that?" We both whisper at the same time. I get up out of the bath, which is quite loud anyway, and put the hotel issued towel robe thing on. It was white with a gold initial on the breast. This wasnt even that fancy of a hotel. I looked around for a weapon. Anything. Then it caught my eye. Silvery and beautiful. the knife that came with the cheese. It wasnt a cheese knife. The waiter said they ran out so they gave me a small kitchen knife instead. I felt its sharp point, putting pressure on it that was just enough to not cut my finger. Liam stood behind me as I slowly unlocked the door. I hesistated and then pushed the handle and pulled the door toward me. The lights were on. No one was in here. I walked toward the bed. I mustve looked like a crazy knife weilding psychopath, thank god no one saw me.

Then it happened. They came from behind and pushed me onto the bed. I didnt look behind me near the door to the room when I came out, what an idiot. I wanted to scream. I tried to to but he placed his hand over my mouth. "Shut up or I'll kill ye' now" it was the pirate guy. Then he grabs both my arms and flips me over so I'm laying facing him. "i wanna see that pretty little face" he says. I close my eyes as tight as I can. Maybe if i cant see it'll stop. He grabs my jaw roughly, I can feel his nails digging into my cheek, his weight ontop of me. I was paralysed in shock as he held me down by my throat and fiddled with the clasp on his belt with the free hand. He was struggling to get it undone. My hand was still reached up. I moved it slightly and felt the handle of the knife. My hand clasped at it for dear life. He managed to get his belt undone. He was looking down. Dear higher power, I am so sorry for what I am about to do to this poor soul. I havent got a choice. No one is coming to save me. No one can hear me. No one can see me.
It all happened so quickly.
I raised my hand as fast as I could and hit him in the throat. I then pulled until there was no pulling to be done. It was fine at first. He just stopped. I thought it hadnt happened, that I was dreaming. I closed my eyes. I felt him drop to the floor after it all hid me. I prayed that it wasnt as bad as it seemed. Then I opened my eyes. It was everywhere. My white robe was now crimson red. The sheets, my hair, I think some of it even got in my mouth, I could taste it, I wanted to throw up. I sat up and looked at him. He was face down in a pool of it. It was a lot thicker than i thought blood would be. I caught myself in the mirror on the door of the cupboard. It was like something out of the shining. I stood up it ran down my thighs. Where it had hit them too.