Monster

Part 20

* Carl's POV*

I stared at Sarah. Lying on the ground. I wouldn't be surprised if she were dead. That's how hard I hit her.

Nobody else woke up, which was surprising. Now was my opportunity to take her once again. This time, she won't be leaving, ever, again.

I dragged her into the bushes, and threw her down. She didn't wake up. I had to find somewhere to take her. We couldn't go back to the cabin, they would know. We were in the middle of nowhere. I wouldn't be able to survive by carrying her around. She needed to wake up, and she would listen to me. I was stronger than her, smarter. She had know idea what she did to me. She would pay no matter what. She was going to suffer, just like I did.

I honestly don't know why I care so much. I mean, she left me, for Andrew, whose dead now. I didn't care, I'm glad he's dead. Why did I care so much about her? I should've just let her die, that one day I found her. But I wouldn't be the same person I was, without her today. She practically created me into what I am now. A monster.

She stirred where she laid, she was going to wake up soon. Not now, not now. I don't have a plan.

She sat up, rubbing her head, looking around in confusion.

Go back to sleep, now.

She wouldn't, though. I knew she wouldn't. I had to come up with something. To stall just a while longer. I grabbed the tree branch again and hit her, but not as hard this time. I almost felt bad for her.

Oh who am I kidding? I hated her, I didn't feel bad for her. Why should I.

I hated myself, for the way my body argued. It's like having an angel on one shoulder, and the devil on the other. And the devil always won. I had a terribly BiPolar disorder. I could rarely control it. These thoughts always run through my mind. One minute I'm sympathetic, the next, I'm a killer. I can't control myself. I need help.

Help me.

OH who am I kidding, again? I'm just worthless, I don't even know why I'm keeping her alive. I should just kill the slut already.

I gripped my knife that was on my belt loop. I stood over her, once again in control. She was going to pay. I was approaching, I was going to stab her and kill her. But my mind stopped itself. Why kill her, when I can torture her. That would be more painful. I'll torture her like she did to me. This bitch will pay, one way or another. 

We needed to go somewhere. I don't care if they find us, as long as I get to do what I have to in this little amount of time, we would be even.

But, why am I going to kill her? She's innocent.

No she's not.

Yes she is.

No she's not, she hurt you, remember? She left you, she played you. She used you, Carl. You can never forgive her for that.

Yes, you can Carl. Control Yourself. Please.

My mind can't make itself up. It was always a constant battle in my head.

No, she's going to pay for what she did to me, and that's final.

I picked her up and dragged her to the cabin. I tied her up with the rope that was left there. 

She slowly opened her eyes, fear already filled her eyes.

"Hello there." I said, grinning.

"C-carl, let me go please." She begged.

"No! Listen to me." I yelled back.

"Why should I listen to you?!" She said as she spat at me.

I slapped her across her face, and she was trying to grab her hand, but noticed she was tied up, by me.

"Now, Listen to me."

"O-okay." She said, stampering on her words. 

"Do as I say, and you won't be getting hit. If you don't-"

"Yes, I know, I'll be-"

"Don't interuppt." I said as I slapped her again.

I could see tears burning in her eyes.

"This is going to be fun." I said.

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*Sarah's POV*

After being knocked out for quite some time, I was Carl standing there. He had nabbed me again, and we were in the woods. He was talking to himself about something. Something serious. He  yelled about a constant battle in his head. I knew what was going on, he was having a fight in his own head. His BiPolar disease. He was always like this, but I hadn't noticed it until now.

The next thing I remember, I was hit again.

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When I awoke, I was in a chair, strabbed down. We were in the cabin again. Carl was standing infront of me, smirking evily.

"Hello there." He said, with a smirk across his face.

"C-carl, please, let me go." I whined. 

"No, Listen to me!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He was right in front of my face.

I really wasn't in the mood for him right now. I needed to be rescued by Rick, and the group.

"Why should I listen to you?" I said as I spit on him.

He slapped me, hard, across the face. I tried to reach for my hand, but soon realized I was tied up.

"Now listen." He said. He was surprisingly calm, for the situation.

"Do as I say, and you won't get hit. If you don't I'll-"

"Yes, I know. I'll be-" I was cut off by him slapping me again.

"Don't interrupt." He said calmly.

Tears stung in my eyes. I wanted to cry so badly.

"This is going to be fun." He said as he smirked, once again.

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