"I'm Sorry." (Katelyn x reader)

Chapter 27

A/n~ Trigger warning. There's gore in this part. 
(Y/n)
I look down as the blood pools under me. It was my own blood. I was bleeding from multiple cuts on my body. My arms, my stomach, my legs. Shit, my forehead was also bleeding. But the blood wasn't going fast enough. I wasn't dying quick enough. I was on my knees. Kneeling before Mama. So she could see her pathetic daughter bleed out on the ground before her. I guess she has gotten sick of me. Hell, I would. After about another week, nothing seemed to phase me anymore. Nothing hurts. Not even this. I just feel numbed. The only thing that did hurt was that I couldn't see my baby anymore. I wasn't going to see her grow up. I wasn't going to see her fall in love for the first time. I wasn't going to see her grow into the person she was supposed to be. At least, she'll have Katelyn around. At least someone would be there for her. I hope she never forgets me. But she's only four. I'm sure I'll be nothing but a distant memory for all that matters. Oh my Irene, Katelyn. What would she think? How would she feel if I just died? I wish I could see her face right now. My memories weren't doing me any good. I wish I could just see their faces one last time. But I guess that Irene never did anything in my favor. She doesn't like me apparently. My head is pulled back. But I still can't see. The red blood is flowing over my eyes. "How do you feel on your death day (Y/n)," Gretel asks? I shrug my shoulders. Not caring at this point. "Finally, I won't have to see your face anymore," I say. Opening my mouth let blood in. So I could taste the copper metallic taste of it. I quickly close my mouth. I didn't want any more blood in it. I didn't mind the taste per se. But that didn't mean I wanted to drink it before I die. She hit me. And I gave a low chuckle. Blinking at the blurry person in front of me. I guess if I'm going to die, I can say anything I want. It doesn't matter how much they beat me. I'm not going to feel it anymore. "I hope you're happy," I say. Gretel looks at me confused. I just shrug. "I hope you're really fucking happy. You took my daughter's Mama away from her. Now she won't ever know about me. I hope that makes you feel real swell. You should know what it's like to lose a mother, Gretel," I say. I'm hit again. I think that one broke my nose. I'm not certain though. Mama comes in. "Gretel stop hitting her. I want her to bleed out." I smirk. "Yeah, Gretel. Go be Mama's little bitch," I taunt. This time Mama hits me. My nose is definitely broken now. There's blood gushing from it now. "What Mama? You mad that I made fun of your little bitch? You know you're a real fucking pussy. Can't do your own dirty work. So who's really the bitch? You or Gretel," I ask? Mama grabs my shirt. Which was ruined now by the way. I look at her innocently. "Listen, you..." "What are you going to do to me? Stab me some more? Don't you get that your fucking hits don't hurt? I'm already fucking dying. I don't fear you anymore," I spat. I watched as her eyes twitched. I watched as the anger flares up in her cheeks. Just like Katelyn's. Though Katelyn's is cute when she did that. Mama's is just fucking pathetic. Thinking of Katelyn made me smile a bit. I wish I asked her to marry me again. I wonder if she would say yes again. Now I have all this money. I could get her this pretty ring with a bigger diamond. And I could make the wedding of her dreams come across. I mentally laugh. Kate has never wanted something that big. But I do want to make the wedding we've been planning since high school. I wish I had given it to her before I had to leave. At least just for a moment. "Mama, can you do me a favor," I ask quietly? Looking up at her. Mama sneered. "Why would I?" I shrug. "I'm a girl on her death bed. Can't I have one wish," I questioned back? Mama huffed. "Fine." "Can you tell my baby that I love her and I thought about her before I died," I ask? Gretel laughs. "You've grown soft, (Y/n)." "And you grew to be someone's bitch," I point out. Gretel glared at me. "Fine. I guess I could. Respect the wishes of the dead." I nod. Feeling myself grow dizzy. The world was fucking spinning.
Katelyn
We kept getting closer by the minute. I felt like puking. I had a massive headache. And I was anxious and nervous like the most. We've been driving for two hours. And for the whole two hours, my brain has been a mess of shit. What if (Y/n) wasn't there? What if (Y/n) died? What if she went insane in there? I mean I would've. I wouldn't be able to keep sane in there. What if she just gave up? I look up as we come to a stop. Jess sighs. "Are you sure you want to go, Katelyn," I ask? I clench the gun in my hands. Which Jess has given me just in case. I nod my head. "Yeah. I'm sure," I say. "Alright. The cops are on their way. Let's go." We get out of the car. I follow all of them. Not wanting to be in front in fear of what I might see. The house was very clean. Jess, Carolina, and I tread carefully. Kendall had stayed behind with Emersyn. "Here," Jess whispers.
(Y/n)
I heard a gunshot as I saw everything start to darken. I turn my head. But my mind was swimming. I fell myself drop. There was a loud yelling. And before I went out, I saw a glimpse of blue.  

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