Bitch Be Gone

Chapter 17: Nobody's Perfect

Andrea's P.O.V.

I've dreamed my entire life of being something amazing. I would've stopped at nothing to reach the top to make people proud of me, but somewhere in-between then and now something changed inside of me. I was becoming an awful person. I wasn't a good friend, boyfriend, or daughter. I was becoming an overall extremely self-centered person. I knew that I had achieved everything I worked for throughout my life. I had people who longed to be me due to my achievments, but noone would ever really want to be as cruel as the person I was becoming. Of course I had an amazing life, but the problem was that although everything else in my life was 'picture-perfect', I was starting to become an ungrateful and unpleasant human being. Noone wants to be that type of person, or even be around some one like that. I was starting to become tired of being myself. What's the point if all I will ever be in life is the 'perfect girl' when deep down I am ripped to bits and pieces? Noone wants damaged goods. Hell, I wasn't even good enough for Ryan before I felt broken inside and out.

I winced as I felt something stab into the back of my shoulder. I reached behind me finding a hanger that had fallen off the clothes rack. I had been in a closet for what seemed like hours. Hours I had spent crying, thinking, and just feeling over all hopeless. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't erase the memory of the horror that had happened only hours before. I cringed as I remembered how it felt to have his naked body pressed against mine. My wrists still burned from where he had pinned me down to the bed with his hands to keep me from squirming.

I didn't dare to move. I was terrified that even the smallest sound would cause 'Mason' to storm into the closet and do who knows what. My throat was burning from how parched I was, and my stomach felt as if it was a barren desert. It wasn't just my stomach that felt empty and abandoned though. My heart was crying out to be loved and my mind was dying to be found. I felt as if I was lost in the middle of the ocean, except instead of being surrounded by the deep blue sea, I was enclosed in darkness. I was becoming too overwelmed with everything.

I glanced over at the metal coat hanger that I could see very faintly. I grasped onto the coat hanger as the most heart wrenching thought invaded my mind. I longed more than anything to end my life at that moment. I untangled the coat hanger with tears plunging down my cheeks and onto my naked body. I held the mangled coat hanger above my wrist preparing to cut deep into my skin. Never in my life did I think as myself as someone who would end their own life. I had heard of a couple people who self harmed or that had suicidal thoughts, but I had never been at such a low point in my life to even have that thought creep into my mind. I didn't know what depression was, but all I knew was that I felt emotionally drained. I felt empty. I didn't feel like I needed or even wanted to spend another wretched day living.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard a knock. I was becoming so used to the silence. The only thing I had heard for the past few hours was the light humming of the air conditioner every once in awhile and the dreadful thoughts that coursed throughtout my mind. I quickly whipped the coat hanger underneath me hoping that 'Mason' wouldn't catch me with it. At first, I expected him to come into the closet, but after awhile I realized that wasn't going to happen. The knock came once more, but it was much louder than the first one. I started to realize that it was coming from the front of the house and not from the other side of the door. The house fell silent again, but after acouple of minutes I heard a muffled voice.

"-the hell we're you thin-" I pressed my ear up against the door so I could here the conversation better. I had no idea who was talking. I thought maybe this was my chance to get out of there. Maybe I didn't need to end my life. Maybe this person was here to rescue me, whoever it was. Maybe I could just leave and forget about all the horrifying things that were done to me.

"What do you mean you can't tell me?! I don't care if you're my brother, Tyler! I will go to the police right now!" Tyler must be his real name. The person speaking was a girl, but I still couldn't tell who it was. I moved even closer to the door. I was pressed so hard up against it that I wouldn't of been surprised if it had broken down under the pressure of my body weight. The pitter patter of my heart was making it even harder to hear. I tried my best to calm my nerves so that I could get a better listen to who was speaking.

"You nearly killed him!" I heard the girl scream. Was I not Mason's- I mean Tyler's- first victim? Maybe more than just one set of police were after him... My hope was beginning to rise. I still didn't have much, but it was a start.

"I-i't's fine. It's all fine. I've gotten it taken care of!" Tyler spoke. He sounded extremley nervous. I guess I would be too if I was holding a teenage girl captive in my bedroom closet. I smiled a bit at that thought although it was anything but funny. It felt comforting to smile though. It made me forget that everything was screwed up for a moment.

"WHATEVER, TYLER!!! YOU'RE JUST SCREWING UP EVERYTHING!!! I CAN'T DO THIS SHIT FOR YOU ANYMORE!!" As the tear-filled voice boomed through the house my mind did a double-take. I was a hundred percent sure of who it was now, but I still couldn't believe it.

"No... I-it can't be..." My voice trembled. What would she be doing here? I felt like my head was going to explode. I didn't just want to get away from Tyler. I wanted answers.

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CLIFFHANGER... HEHEHEHEHHEHE DON'T KILL ME!!!

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