Reunited: A Christian Coma love story

I'm Stuck

****Hey guys. I know I said I would upload this last night, but my laptop screwed up and wouldn't let me so I'm uploading it now. Enjoy*******

**** WARNING! This chapter could contain bad language and triggering scenes, do not continue reading if sensitive to those subjects!!**** 

Skylar's POV

***Dream***

I was running through a black hole, it seemed endless, it was so dark, I could only here footsteps close behind me. I tried to pick up the pace but I couldn't, something was pulling me back, I was slowing down, until I stopped. I tried to move, but the more I tried, the weaker I felt. I kept trying until I fell, hard, to the floor.

"You shouldn't run bitch, the more you try, the worse it gets." Danny's earie voice rang in my ears, I could see him, but I could feel him standing over me. "You're just a fat piece of shit that needs to learn her place, aren't you." I couldn't respond, I knew not to though. I couldn't make a sound, I was too petrified. I felt a large hand wrap round my long black hair from the top, and pull me up. I managed to find the strength to grab his wrist to take some of the pressure off, but it wasn't much, I was still wincing.

"Let me go." I whispered in a weak voice, and then the room was getting lighter. I was in the forest wearing the clothes I was wearing at the time. I heard a deep menacing chuckle, but it wasn't Danny's. I opened my eyes to see none other than CC standing in front of me, Danny had dissapeared, and CC had taken his place, latched onto my hair, me on his wrist, and a beer in his other hand. A tear escaped my eye, but I didn't care. This can't be real, it just can't!! I thought to myself, but it felt real. The pain, both emotional and physical, seemed all too real to be fake.

"What did you just say to me slut?" CC's voice rang through my ears, hissing the words as he said them. But suddenly, a shot of courage hit me, much like just before I ran away, only this time, much stronger. I stood up, and looked him directly in the eye. His hand was still in my hair, and my hand on his wrist. I dug my nails in and he yelled in pain as he pulled back his had, revealing drops of blood trickling down.

I said," I started with a strong voice, immediately proud of myself, "LET. ME. GO!" I screamed each word carefully, so he understood. He heard me, but he wasn't happy. He pulled a nkife, I immediately stood back. "CC, stop. You don't want to do this." I told him, he kept takng slow steps forward, as I did backwards, until I hit a tree.

"Oh baby, I think I do." He sneared, then he lunged forward, and I felt a sharp pain in my torso.

***End of Dream***

I woke up with sweat dripping down my face, CC was lying fast asleep on the floor next to the bed. I immediately backed-up, I was terrified. I got off the bed and ran to my bag, almost ripping the knife from the bottom of it. I looked at the time, 12 am the clock said. Christian's parents would still be out. I jogged to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. What greeted me was not pretty, and ugly, 17 year old girl with sweat dripping down her face and a knife in her hand, I hated the way I looked, I hated the way I stood, I hated the way I talk, I hated everything about me, I hated myself. I had never realized that before. Without even thinking, I pulled the knife across my skin on my arm, I did it so many times. My arm was burning, worse than ever before. I smashed my bloody hand into the unclosed bathroom door, I let out an ear-piercing scream as my hand made contact with it.

I saw CC's eyes shoot open, and then he sat-up like a bullet. when he saw me, a small gasp escaped his lips. I was still scared of him. I forgot what state I was in, and he came running towards me. I paniced and slammed the door locking it. I heard him banging on the door, screaming for me to let him in.

I ignored him and went in search for a first aid kit, and found one in the cupboard. I cleaned my wounds and wrapped them up. I felt light-headed, I just wanted to sleep. I dropped the bloody knife in the floor and unlocked the door. I walked out to see a worried CC standing therre. Staring at my arm. His eyes were red and puffy, he'd been crying. He stepped forward and I stepped back. He looked at me questioningly, but I just ignored him and walked oover to the bed, curling up under the covers. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, then I felt the bed sink down, and the felt CC's arm wrap around my torso, his hand landing exactly where the knife went in my dream, and I ket out a small gasp. He just pulled me closer to his chest. I felt safe. I turned around and buried my face in his chest. I soon felt sleep dragging me closer, I was reluctant though. Idrifted off into a peacfull, dreamless sleep, but not before hearing what sounded like CC's voice saying:

"I love you, please don't do this." But then, I was out cold.