Ok, this is my very first fanfiction ever and the first that I've ever uploaded on the internet, so please don't be harsh if you comment. Constructive criticism is the best policy. :)
So, here it is, and it's Cruel Intentions. This is set after Sebastian's funeral when Kathryn reads the journal. After the whole school discovered her scheme and drug addiction, the rush of so many emotions caused her to faint. After recovering in hospital, she is sent to rehab. All alone in her cell, Kathryn contemplates her life… Please R&R. There will hopefully be more parts added later.
This is going to contain some strong language and sex references.
I do not own Cruel Intentions.
Chapter 1 – Contemplation
Cold walls. Stained floor. High prison bars. A hospital-style bed. A lamp. A germ-infested toilet. A sink with a sliver of mouldy soap in the plughole. Kathryn Merteuil felt like she's been given a one-way ticket to hell. In her world, only the best was good enough – and that included all her possessions, her friends, her lovers. Second best wasn't an option. She strived to be admired. She craved attention and adoration. This is what made her the person that she was: feared but respected by every girl and lusted after by every boy. Yes, she remembered saying: "Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way." Well, that's down the drain now.
She recalled the mourner's faces, screwed-up with disgust as they departed the church and her panic-stricken voice telling them to come back. She recalled the smug look on Cecile's face when she handed her the journal. She recalled the feeling of sadness and betrayal as she flicked through the pages, all brought on by the boy who adored her. She recalled her headmaster opening her crucifix, letting her precious coke flutter to the ground as he shook his head. She recalled the cold, disapproving faces watching her. Then blackness.
When she woke up in hospital, her doctor told her that she had had a severe panic attack and was temporarily knocked unconscious when she fainted and hit her head on the concrete. She had barely recovered and already she was admitted to rehab, escorted in a police car. At the unit, she was given orange overalls to wear, making her feel like a prisoner and slung into a cell. She was charged with possession and consumption of drugs and was likely to do community service after a week or two. And she was to wear an electronic security tag and wasn't allowed within a two mile radius of the girls whose reputations she had spoiled along with psychological abuse. For the first time, Kathryn was in disgrace.
She slumped down on her steel prison bed. Damn it, these sheets are made from thin wool! Where are the silk sheets and the mattress to suit your body shape? Where were her designer shoes, dresses and highlights every three weeks? Where her magazines, her music, and her party were invites? She couldn't even be a geek because she was expelled from school and had no friends. Everyone who once loved her now hated her or was just no longer shy enough to admit it. Her fate decided by other people and she was left to live with the outcome. Just like the way she and Sebastian had treated so many people over the years. Well, the tables had turned now.
Kathryn knew she was a bitch. She had as well as said so herself before. But being a bitch meant you had power over others, they were scared of you, and you could brainwash them. Just not Annette. Her innocence had somehow attracted her stepbrother, Sebastian, the teenage Don Juan, which resulted in the happy couple "making sweet love." Love. Kathryn knew that Sebastian had loved her a long time ago so maybe sleeping with her if he lost their bet would be to him like making love. Except love was a two-way emotion. For Kathryn it would have been nothing more than a casual lay. Sebastian was intrigued by her maneating abilities at first, seeing her as a conquest to bang. But after discovering true love with Annette, he fell for her, hook, line and sinker. He probably wanted to settle on a little house on the prairie with her, a place with a garden and a porch, where Annette would wear flowing dresses a and aprons and make cherry pie for dessert and their kids would look up to the morals of mommy and daddy…that little BITCH!
Kathryn thumped the bed hard. Why does she always get dumped for the little innocent prudes? That reminded her of Cecile. A 17-year-old with the mental age of a 9-year-old who had just discovered the facts of life. Thought Sebastian was practising calligraphy when he went down on her. And yet Ronald fell in love with her. Kathryn was a seductive, play-hard-to-get tease who could make any man hard with a brief glance or roll of her tongue. That's what men want, right? She remembered Annette's confident conversation with her in the toilets and Cecile's smug, mocking face as she handed her the journal…and it was too much to bear. She kicked the metal bars of her cell with all her might, and began shaking them back and forth in a frenzy: "GO TO HELL! BOTH OF YOU! AND WHILE YOU'RE THERE, TELL SEBASTIAN I SAID FUCK YOU!" The next minute, two wardens came rushing in, restrained her, and dragged her off to a padded cell. Kathryn Merteuil had officially lost it.
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