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Sequel to 'Love Sucks'. Although it is, it's actually not all that necessary to read it beforehand. Everything will be explained once again in this novel.
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LoveMeNow

Prologue

And in the cold, you look so fierce, but I'm warm enough, because the tension's like a fire - All Time Low

Find me. Isn't that what you're supposed to do?

Find me. Where are you when I need you?

Protect me. Soothe the pain.

Save me. I know it's a lot to ask, but can you at least try?

I writhe in agony, in pure pain. I scream in the silence, in a voice no one hears.

The torture. Hell.

I deserve it, do I?

My body jerks upwards. A sharp, excruciating pain jabs through my battered flesh. Another follows.

Please, help me.

All I see was darkness. All I smell was death. The smell of corpses, scattered carelessly around the room. Soon, I would become one of them. I would rot, disappear from this world, as if I never existed.

My body clenches together. Like a magnet is thrown to my heart, everything pulls in, stretching, doing anything to connect with the magnet. It feels like a boulder inside of me, weighing me down, but I don't try to fight it. I can't.

I'm useless. I'm useless with information no human should know.

It was her. Her all along. In and out she comes. In and out she goes. The way father looked at her. I know now. It's no coincidence.

Just kill me.

I can't, I can't handle it anymore. I feel myself drifting away. He wouldn't let me, would he? But he's not here, is he?

I feel my body tremble. Spasms attack me like hot, prodding needles. My head buzzes with the electrical fuses. I wonder if this is like being electrocuted.

It's not. This is much worse.

Never ending.

I would rather have my limbs chopped off, one by one, than this. I would rather jump in burning acid, than this.

I'm dying, and I'm playing a game of 'Would you rather'.

Agony strengthens. It strengthens as my hope dies, slowly. I can't wait for him anymore. I can't do this anymore.

I give up.

No, I can't. My life. What will happen to it?

I have to live. I have to.

I'm being choked. The air in my lungs disappear. I gasp in desperate need, but nothing comes. My throat closes up. My lungs stop moving. I feel my senses fading. I feel the end sneaking closer.

"Keep her alive."

No, please no. Kill me, please.

"But sir-"

"Keep her alive."

Kill me, let me go. I'm begging you.

"Yes sir."

"I want to see her in again in a few hours."

I wish I never lived. I wish I never existed. Maybe then, I wouldn't have to feel the pain. I wouldn't have the burden of being in love. I wouldn't have the knowledge that makes it a burden.

I love him, sure. But is he really worth all this?

Lying numb on the ground seems like heaven to a minute ago. The floor's cold, which seems to soothe the burning sensation in my chest. It feels hollow, and yet so full. I can't decide which was which.

Light blinds my eyes. They flutter open, in hope to find more than just another torture session.

It takes me a while to adjust, but I finally see the looming figure standing over me. My heart jumps in fear. It hasn't been a few hours yet. It hasn't, I'm sure.

"Jamie?" he says.

His voice. So familiar, but from where?

"Strange," he chuckles when I don't respond.

Strange, yes the world is. Things that shouldn't exist, exist. People who are supposed to be long gone, are still here. Will anything ever go back to the way it was?

"Jamie." It's not a question this time.

I feel myself drift away from the ground, my body still in the air. What he's doing, I don't care. Maybe he's helping me. Maybe he's finally ending my pain. Either way I'll be grateful. No more to lab rat. No more being a practice, being used for training.

"I won't hurt you," and I believe him.

His figure looms over me, casting a tall shadow. I see hollow eyes, and I know, I somehow just know it's not the lights playing tricks on my eyes.

"Your pain will be over soon," he promises.

I don't believe him now.

I've seen it before.

Of course I have. It's been right in front of me the whole time.

I know what he's going to do. I still wait there patiently, ready, mentally prepared.

It doesn't help. It doesn't help when the searing hot pain comes anyway. It doesn't help when he leans down with his icy breath against my neck and whispers an apology that wasn't from the heart.

I let out an earsplitting scream and hopes someone will hear. Anyone.

Please.

Is this worse? No, but I won't allow him to. No, I won't.

Drifting.

Drifting some more.

"Be ready," he smirks before my system shuts down in defeat.