Fighting Evil

FE: 7. Empty

§ V A L E N T I N A §

It had been quite a while since my escape attempt. Weeks, months? I didn't know.

Every part of my body was in pain and I felt useless. The pain inside of me had become numb and it was something I was just living with. Any thought on escaping again, was gone.

The entire cell had the sour, metallic smell of blood. My body was covered in cuts, wounds and bruises, but I did nothing to help them heal. I let them bleed, I let them get infected, I let them hurt, because now that I was empty on the inside, I needed something to feel on the outside.

My sanity and hope were long gone and the glowing ember I had as a soul had burned itself out and was an empty hole. Anything that was done to me didn't matter anymore. No emotions flowed through me.

I was slowly dying, like Louis wanted me to. Now that I thought about it, I couldn't wait until I died.

I felt nauseous and my head was pounding, I knew I was in pain everywhere, but I felt numb.

Everyone in my family was dead. And it didn't matter if I had friends or not, because I had pushed all of them away. It had already been at least two months, they had forgotten about me. Maybe it was time that I died. I had been through enough pain, the end was going to be the most painful.

Was it worth it killing myself?

Fúck yes.

I knew the old me would have told myself not to, and to stop acting so suicidal, but I didn't care anymore.

I had absolutely no purpose for living anymore. Even if I ever lived, what was I going to do? I still hadn't finished all the school I wanted to and I was sure I couldn't pay to finish it. If I went back to the real world, I would never be the same.

It was official. I had to die. Somehow...

Since I was already pretty well accustomed to the dark, I was able to see through the dim light of the room. I couldn't find anything to do the job. What would I do?

My eyes fell on the chain on my wrist.

Metal.

It was metal.

The chains were made out of metal.

Blades were made out of metal.

Heat could help me shape the metal.

Fire could heat the metal up.

I had fire powers.

They hadn't been working recently, but it must have been because my emotional triggers had been stopped.

I placed both of my hands on the chain and wrapped my fingers around it. Come on fire powers, I need you now. All my thoughts, energy, and strength went towards making a fire start.

It felt nice to actually have to do something.

However, something was blocking me when I tried to start it. It was quite strange because usually I didn't need this much strength to make a fire start. I was sweating and I felt hot, even though the room was cold. After what seemed like way too long, a spark lit and gave a small part of the chain a deep red glow, which quickly faded.

I tried again, determined for the first time, focusing more of my energy this time. And slowly but surely, I started to feel like I was burning on the inside. It was excruciating pain that just had to bring tears to my eyes. The pain on the outside hurt, but now I felt like my insides were on fire and burning away.

But no. I couldn't stop. I had to heat this metal up since it was my only way to freedom. My gut was screaming at me to stop but my mind told me not to stop.

After what felt like forever, I had properly molded a part of my chains into a blade.

The pain immediately subsided but I felt so nauseous so I had to let the stuff in my stomach out of me.

I lay panting on the floor for a while, totally exhausted and still in pain. And it wasn't the outer pain (because that felt numb), this pain was from the inside of me. Why did this cause me so much pain?

After I felt somewhat better, I retrieved the blade. A part of me thought this was crazy. But I knew, that this was my freedom. I would be safe and happy if I ended it.

Without any hesitation, I took the blade and placed it a bit above my chest.

Suddenly, I heard the door being flung open. I ignored it, that didn't matter anymore; I didn't care who it was.

"No! Stop! Don't do it!" the voice yelled. I cringed as I realized who it was. Louis.

Fück his sympathy, I wanted him to see this. I wanted him to know that I didn't give a śhit anymore. So, before he could knock the blade away, I plunged the blade deep into my chest.

It hurt like Hell. A long scream escaped my dry throat and I writhed from the pain. At least it was less than the pain I had ever experienced while being here. My hands slipped from the blade and fell to my sides and I couldn't help but fall to the ground. My head rolled to the side, where I could see barely see Louis.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, let me help you," Louis said with his voice full of pity. So this was all it took to make him have remorse. Aśs.

He put his hands on the blade and pulled it out. My chest had already gone numb, the pain didn't affect me. I didn't bother stopping him because I knew that the blood would clot in my heart and stop it from beating.

"Just focus on me, okay? There are people who are coming soon, they can help you," Louis said, his voice filled with panic.

"Fućk off," I coughed, blood squirting out from my chest and mouth. It probably landed on him, but I didn't care about him.

The world was a cliff and my fingers slipped from the edge and now I was falling. Louis was out of focus long ago and I finally felt relaxed.

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According to clichés, we all know what will happen in the next chapter.

Btw, you can't kill yoself by snapping your own neck bc i crack my neck all the time with tons of positions and none of them have killed me.

And she was being kind of dumb because she's delirious, I mean, she probably has a concussion.