Page 54 of Creep
Nothing feels real.
Thousands upon thousands of memories race through my head, confusing me. I have no clue as to which way is up, down, left, or right. They fog over my vision and I feel like I’m spinning in circles, desperate to escape their hold.
Flashbacks of Ben raping me.
My mother ignoring me.
Always being fucking hungry.
Cutting myself to fucking survive, then attempting to end it all.
Holley leaving me.
Vincent butchering me like a fucking pig.
And the fucking worst of all.
Vincent pretending to care.
I let out a blood curdling scream and fall to the floor in a heap as they all devour me.
A sound rings out, blasting my eardrums and I scream.
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I cougha few times and as I bring my right hand to my mouth to wipe the spittle away, it comes back red.
Well fuck. That’s not good.
I moan as I make an effort to sit up, but white hot fire shoots through my right shoulder. My left arm is still handcuffed to the bed, but Essa undid my right before she fuckingleft.
How the fuck did this happen? I search through my most recent memories, but nothing grabs at me. All I can remember is her screaming and the gun going off. Fire ripped through my shoulder and then when I looked to where Essa was, she was lying on the floor with the gun at her side.
She fucking passed out aftersheshotme!
I gritted my teeth as I lay there, waiting for her dumbass to wake up and come to her senses because although she fucking shot me, she was gonna get what was coming to her. Revenge already on my mind.
As I watched her, breathing through the pain, her phone began buzzing in her pocket and after it buzzed off and on for a few minutes, she finally woke up and groggily took the call. But apparently whoever was on the other end said something to kick her ass in gear because she jumped up and began moving around but then started screaming when she saw I was shot.
The little bitch can shoot me but then have the audacity to freak the fuck out. How does that make sense?
I scoff, but the movement jostles me and I groan. After a few minutes, she steadied her breathing and grabbed the cuff key off of my dresser and then cautiously walked up to me and undid my right handcuff, letting my arm flop to my side. After a whispered I’m sorry and a kiss on my cheek, with tears in her eyes, she fled the room and out of the house.
Out of my fucking life.
I lean heavily on my left side to help relieve some of the pressure on my right. The pain coursing through me is enough to keep me alert, but every minute that passes by with no hope of getting myself free, the harder it becomes to stay awake.
Black dots distort my vision and my breathing becomes labored as blood slips from between my lips and down my chin. I lick my lips in a pitiful effort to clear the blood, but even more blood begins to spill out of my mouth. Coughs wrack through me as every breath becomes more and more strained. I struggle to breathe, and to even remain upright. My eyes sink closed in utter exhaustion as everything becomes too much.
I’ll simply close my eyes for a minute as I think of a way to get out.
I hold on to every ounce of anger I have inside of me as everything finally goes agonizingly black.
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