Prologue
Put me to sleep evil angel
Open your wings evil angel
Fly over me evil angel
Why can't I breathe evil angel
"No. No. NO!" C.C. Babcock screamed as she lay on the bathroom floor of her penthouse apartment. She was clutching her head as she tried to make the voices stop. She just couldn't make them go away, no matter what happened. She was so alone and it was all her fault. Everyone hated her, she was sure they all wanted her dead, especially that goddamn butler, Niles. The very thought of him made her sick. Another thing that made her sick was that Nanny. Oh how she hated her.
She clutched her head harder, her fingernails were digging in her scalp so much that it was hurting her, but it was what she deserved. She wanted to hurt, it wasn't something new. Through her tears, she saw the broken shards of glass that were scattered on the floor. When she'd saw her reflection, she'd broken her mirror into a million pieces, as a result, her hand was bleeding, not severely, but it was just another thing she didn't care about.
She couldn't even remember what had brought this on, all she knew was that she was hurting and she wanted to hurt more, like a psycho who had been given a knife to run around with. It was all just unreal, how one minute she had been happy, now she was this, a nobody, lying on the cold floor.
Her clothes were even a victim of her psychopathy, they were half torn off, her shirt was torn open and her skirt was ripped at the bottom, she really was losing her mind. She sat up slowly and leaned against the wall. She sniffed and grabbed a large shard and looked at herself once more.
"One last thing to do." She held out her wrist and with a quick move, she sliced it open and screamed at the pain. She fell to her side, blood was pooling at her wound. Her vision was growing blurry and her breath was growing short. She could feel herself growing weaker with each second. Just before she lost consciousness, she thought she heard the sound of the front door opening, but she knew it was just a figment of her imagination. She also thought she heard the sound of someone calling her name, but no one was coming to help her, no one ever wanted to save the lost.
Originally posted this earlier, but I wanted to add a little more to it. I am going to tell you right now by the way, that all of the chapters will be named after songs by Breaking Benjamin. And just warning you, I have been emo all week, and I am still hanging onto it, so this is going to be really freaking sad. And hopefully this abou will be the last time I will post this XD, sorry I kept deleting it, I was worried at first about how people would react, so here, I'm going to leave it up this time. I already have like two chapters written after this one.
Ashton