Paranormal Disease V2

Chapter 6

A week and a half, since Clementine arrived. My depression has gotten darker. Not mainly because of her, though she is the reason behind it.

Alex has turned to be close friends with Clementine, he doesn't see that she's using him purely to torture me.

I sat on my bed as everything went calm. My wrists stung from how many times I've sliced them today. I couldn't believe how fast somebody could go to genuinely loving you to hitting on another person. My whole body hurt just thinking about it. I pushed myself up against the wall as the coldness exploded through my back. The lights were off, as Nirvana played loudly. I slid against the wall into a lying position.

My eyes weren't full anymore. I didn't have a reason to speak to anybody, for all I know Alex has already fucked her, since he hasn't spoken to me for days. I doubt he's ignoring me on purpose, just doesn't notice I'm there.

As usual.

My door opened as I jumped slightly. "Cherry. Why won't you come out?" The thick Scottish accent echoed in my room, "Because I don't see a point."

"Cherry.." Pick shut the door behind him, he turned on my light on the lowest setting. "Are you okay?" He sat down in front of my legs as he looked down at me. "Why are you here? You know you don't care." I shrugged as I felt so emotionless. "I do care Cherry. Alot."

I shrugged again as I sat up. "I need to tell you something." He said quickly as my heart started to pound hard. "Mhm?" I looked at my hands as he sighed. "I walked in on them making out." He said quickly as I literally felt my heart stop. I stood up as I turned my lamp on completely. I stood in the middle of the room as I still couldn't feel my heart pounding. I guess this is what heart break feels like?
Pick stood as he hugged me, I couldn't breathe very well, my head hurt, and I feel so numb.

His arms loosened from my back as I stared at him for a second. "Its been a week and a half.. they ditched us, and pretended like we don't exist." I said quietly as Pick shrugged, "Its not fair, we didn't do anything." He looked down as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "She's been hitting you hasn't she? Look at you, you're in pain constantly, all you do is take painkillers."


"No I just-" I cut him off, "Take off your shirt." I demanded as he rolled his eyes, "No." He shook his head, "See she did hit you," I laughed out of frustration. "She didn't mean to."

"Fuck off, yes she did." I replied back in seconds, "Show me." I frowned as he tried protesting. "Just take it off."

He rolled his eyes again as he took it off. I nearly bursted into tears as his whole chest was covered in cuts and bruises. "Why did you let her do this?" I asked as my fingers brushed over his left side, he winced slightly, "The same reason you cut," He paused as his eyes drifted down to my wrist. "I thought I deserved it."

I shook my head.

I looked up at him as I quickly leaned in and kissed him, he kissed me back. I felt bad, when Alex kisses me it makes me feel special.

Now I feel like a slut.

He stopped kissing me for a second as he pulled me over to the wall as my back froze against the freezing cold wall. I didn't really care.

He leaned down and kissed me again as his arms wrapped around me, pushing me into him roughly, he winced again as my bare skin made contact with his bruises.

Crop tops.

We parted as I laid my head against the wall. "This isn't going to happen is it?" Pick let out a laugh as I shook my head. "In that case, I'll be right back."

"What are you doing?" I asked as he opened the door without looking back, "Fixing your relationship with your boyfriend."

"No-" I walked toward the door as he walked out. I could feel a panic attack coming on.

I didn't want to face Alex. I didn't want to live, this is hell. "There has to be a way out.." I spoke to myself in a whisper as I turned around and looked at my desk. I grabbed the pills that sat there, I looked at the label. "Shit." I put them all in my hand as I shoved them in my mouth, and drank water.
I instantly felt sick, and light headed. I could feel my body fall as black faded in.

"Get up you stupid..." Everything was blurry as I felt a brain numbing pain in my stomach. Clementine stood above me as she kicked me in the stomach.

I let a groan out as she kicked me again. Blood spewed out of my mouth onto her legs and the floor. "St-" I couldn't get the words out as she continued to boot fuck me.

"Clementine!" The familiar Scottish voice echoed in the room again. I closed my eyes are tears fell down my face. It wasn't because I was in pain, it was because I was still there.

Hell.

Alex's POV

"What the fuck were you doing?" I screamed at Clementine as she stared at me with no regret. "She tried to commit suicide, I'm sorry for saving your girlfriend!" She screamed back at me as my brain literally hurt from the stupidity. "First of all, you kicked her in the stomach until she spit blood out you stupid bitch, second of all. I don't know when this will get through to you, but we ARE dead." I yelled as I blocked her from getting back into the room.

"You fucking played me like a slut, I thought for a second maybe you might have liked me, and I ruined my relationship with her because you couldn't get over the fact she may have murdered somebody. Go break your neck or something." I spoke calmly this time as I opened the door. Cherry sat there blood dripping everywhere, her eyes drifted up to me as pain sat inside them.

Her eyes were bloodshot as I looked around. The room was messy, blood was on the floor everywhere. Pills were scattered everywhere.

"I'm so sorry.." I spoke up calmly as she shut her eyes as tears poured down her face cleaning away the blood that smeared across her face.

Pick walked past me as I tried my hardest not to punch him.
She stood up as she walked past me and opened the door.

Cherry's POV

I stared at Clementine who grinned at me with absolutely no regret in her eyes.

Her hand lifted as she went to hit me, I caught her wrist and snapped it over my knee quickly. She let out an ear piercing scream as I smirked, "That ones for.. 'James.' " She doubled over crying holding her wrist close to herself.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, her hair felt wiry, and it looked bleached at the roots. "This is for me." I whispered as I pulled her body down on my knee, as I felt her rib crack.

"This is for Alex," I smirked as I pulled my leg underneath hers as she fell backwards onto her back as she let out another painfully fake scream.

"And this is what happens when you steal boyfriends for shitty reasons." I grabbed her by the hair again and positioned her at the stairs, "Bye bitch." I whispered loud enough for only her to hear, I pushed her body down the stairs as she hit the wall, I heard something else snap but I didn't care. I walked down the stairs and opened the cabinet and pulled out a pistol. I loaded it as I aimed at her knee cap, "This is just because I hate you." I fired twice both at her kneecaps. "Whoever puts her out of her misery first gets a shot to the kneecap as well." I spoke clearly as I walked upstairs past the two boys who were wide eyed, into the bathroom.

I pulled out a wash cloth and wet it, my sad attempt at getting the blood off only smeared it. Eventually I got it off as my face stung, as well as my stomach.