Demons || Jaythan

Drown

Who will fix me now?

Dive in when I'm down?

Save me from myself

Don't let me drown

- Drown; Bring Me The Horizon

Chapter Thirteen:

You would think that his plea's would make me stop me from what I was doing, but no. Not even that hindered me from digging the knife deeper and deeper into his abdomen. To be completely honest, it egged me on as if his screams were the cheers of testosterone-filled-hormonal-teenage boys in a high school field.

"Shut up." I hissed. "You said you wanted a way to get rid of the pain, so here it is. Stop complaining and start co-operating."

He whimpered but nodded. Twisting the knife I smirked as I felt a satisfying rip as I punctured through his stomach. It felt great; it wasn't just great, it was so much more than that. I slowly pulled the knife out only to stab it back into him, I would watch as he writhed underneath me only making me pull the knife out once again and insert it into him once more.

I did this again.

And again.

And again.

I could see his body start to go limp underneath me; his eyes slowly falling shut between each pivot of the knife and his breathing slowing down. His lungs were collapsing from under me and his brain had started to shut down. He was dying and I was succeeding, he was the victim whilst I was the victor.

Job well done young one, I'm proud.

I was proud of myself too.

I painstakingly slowly took out the knife but this time I never thrashed it back into him, I threw it into my bag and then got up and walked away. I knew he was most likely going to pass out in a couple of minutes and then die not too soon after, either from the cold or the blood loss; I guess from whichever got to him first.

But that wasn't any of my business.

I had made the demon happy and that was my main priority.

* * *

It was the next morning, I had checked out of the bed and breakfast that I had stayed in overnight a couple of hours ago and now I found myself sat down on a park bench. I hadn't turned on my phone ever since I switched off just after I got off the train in Birmingham, I was too afraid to face all the missed calls that I would have when I switched on my phone. I didn't want to go home. Yes I was that much of a coward.

And here I was, sat in a park all on my lonesome in an area I don't know that well. I was royally fucked; even more so when I plucked up the courage to go back to London. Would I ever be brave enough to go back home?

Maybe I could stay here for a couple of months, maybe they might forget about me and then I can live peacefully. But that would never happen. It was already obvious to me me when I got back no one of the lads would trust me to be on my own again and I would be forced to have the stupid sleeping serum. Not even Siva would trust me and he knows how much I hate being patronised like that but I think this was the last straw.

I had to go back eventually but the thought was making me feel queasy.

I really didn't want to go but I had to.

So I did.

And when I got back to London, I really wished that I didn't.

Because what I faced when I got back was much worse than I anticipated.

Idk about this chapter, do you all like it? You probably don't lol.

It's a filler, I guess and a cliffhanger I guess.

I don't know what to say.

Oh yeah! Thanks for nearly 900 reads! Love you all lots - Talia. X