K I D N A P P E D (Roc Royal Story)

Shakespeare

"Why are you still not ready?" I looked up at Jacob, I threw everything behind me and ran up to him. He instantly pushed me away, worry stored within his eyes. "I know that smell way too well... It lingers on Mia and Ray like perfume." My mouth instantly dried, I was scared, nervous and hurt, hurt that he'd ever think I'd deliberately cheat on him. "To think I'm in love with a stupid pathetic whore." He shouted. It hit deeper than ever, I trusted him, I was falling for him. I'm total silence I got dressed, ready for my mission.

Everyone was waiting for me in the car, including him, that... Person. The only seat lefy was the seat next to him, I started to panic and mentally scream in my head, knowing way too well I wouldn't be able to change anything. "Sit next to your fuck buddy Jarama,!" Prince shouted. I wiped a stray year and awkwardly sat in silence with the feel of Roc staring into my soul.

As we arrived we went to our hotel; ready for the day slowly awaiting. As I approached my room I felt somebody behind me, "I told you not to tell anyone bitch" he whispered angrily into my ear. Punching me in my side causing me to scream in agony. I opened my door as fast as I could and slammed it behind me. Slowly sliding down the door I began to cry a river, never in all my life have I felt so low and worthless. Everything was pointless, I was pointless.

WARNING: MAY BE TRIGGERING

I went to the toilet, looking to clean my face, searching for toiletries in the cupboards I came across a pack of razor blades; I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at the filthy looking reflection. I took a blade out and admired it for a while. It's lifeless, yet it causes so much happiness. I lightly pressed it on the inside of my arm, pressing harder I began to move it downwards, I began to bleed. I lifted the blade up, smiling. I felt somewhat in control. I did a few more lines until I felt happier, it made me feel content. I watched the blood trickle down my arm, watching the dark red droplets race eachother. I began to clean the wounds, realising I'd carved the word 'whore' in my skin, wouldn't prince and roc be proud of my masterpiece. I didn't mind this, after all pain demands to be felt.

Roc entered the bathroom smirking evily, clapping his hands sarcastically. "Well done, good show, good show now you can be a depressed little whore, you stupid bitch" I was startled, I'd forgotten I was sharing a room with somebody, why him? Why this disgrace of a man? I knew Prince was mad at me, but I thought he would at least thought again about sending me to be with Chresanto. After all we'd been through. I stopped in my trance by his movement to the bed, still smirking as he knew my fear towards him. Go on emo, cut some more." He joked. I put a long sleeve jumper on and lay in bed, scared, alone and ....

"It's easy to joke about scars if you've never been cut" - Shakespeare

"Why Me?"