Long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
You love him. No correction, you need him. He's your insulin to a diabetic. He's milk to your Oreos. But, now…you have no where to turn.
You flip your hair when they mention him, acting as if you have no idea what he didn't to you. How can the one that damaged you hold your affection?
You feel him everywhere. You know he's there. You can feel it.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
"I won't give in," You whisper as the hallucinations get worse. You feel like a Bella Swan gone wild.
He's deadly, and he's pulling you down. He's tearing you apart. He makes it hard fro you to walk away without turning back, and begging him to follow you. You want him to hurt you.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
saving me, raping me
watching me
The last time you saw him, it wasn't a pleasant memory. He raped you. Raped you blindly ruining everything you had. But you let him, remember? You cried. You pleaded, and now you're pleading for him to come back.
"I loved you," You whisper stupidly from your bedroom window. You sob when he doesn't answer. He hurt you. He deceived you. He lied to your face. But you want him.
It doesn't matter than they always respected you. You don't want respect. My darling, you want control.
He comes back to you, inside your bedroom, an odd look on his handsome face. He touches you harshly, and then backs away. He wants you.
You're shocked, somewhat angry that he waited so long.
But, he didn't kiss her. He didn't touch her again. He pressed a metal gun against her neck, and smiled.
"You don't know how long I've waited, love."
You feel oddly comforted, even though he's going to pull the trigger. You know he'll kill you and kiss you as you die slowly. You're anticipating the pain. You're dreaming of it.
"I'll see you soon," He says, placing the gun on her leg, and squeezing the trigger.
There's no pain. Just fluff. You laugh as the blood runs down your leg and unto the blond carpet. He smiles and kissed you, ignoring you bleeding leg. He loves you. He wants you. He needs you.
You're dying and these are the moments you have always dreamed of. As you die, you hear him whisper,
"Aw, Kristen. You are mine."
You die slowly, still smiling as you feel him brush up against you. You laugh as you float into nothingness.
The gates of hell are opened wide for you as she come threw. You scream as you hit the fire, but you know it was well deserved.
"Heaven has nothing on me. Claire will definitely wish she had never been an angel." You say as the demons take control of you. You lift your head and scream in glee. This is it. There was no pain.
And then, you wake up in bed, next to Cam Fisher, rubbing your head.
"It was all a dream," You say, rolling your eyes. "Damn that heroine!"
You sigh, and watch your boyfriend, wanting to relive her dream. You reach under your bed and pull out a gun, and press it to Cam's chest. You kiss him as he pants in horror.
"Kristen, I thought you loved me!" He yells, tears in his eyes.
But, you are not moved. You kiss him again.
"I love you, Cam. And this is how I show it. Don't worry, my dear. I'll be right behind you."
You shoot him, smiling at the blood running down his shirt.
You then press the gun to your temple and shoot. But, before you do, you mutter,
"Now, Derrick. Now it will be my turn to haunt you."
