Disclaimer: It would be nice to have created this series. Hey, at least we would have a better Season 2.
Oh, and uh, for all you kiddies out there that are reading this, please bear this in mind that this contains violence, sour language and other suggestive themes. If you don't like the direction where this fic is going and bash this for no apparent reason, then I'll say this: You've been warned.
The rain outside the window. The static of the television. From one perspective, they sound quite different from each other. They are of different element, one being water and the other being electricity. In a sense, the rain and the static sound the same as each other.
My ears hear in the distance footsteps clapped and echoed against the wet, concrete floor. The rain pelted against the roof of the hospital. Lightning clapped with tremendous force that rang in my head.
I glanced at the ceiling and wander to myself, how did I get here in the first place? This question I kept asking myself for some time now since I came here in this caged contraption. I didn't bother to see what's on TV as I rather concentrate on recovering from this fucking wound that is inflicted on the side of my chest. Luckily, I survived that gunshot, but I'll never live down the fact that he was the one that did this to me.
It happened around the time I was on my way to one of my classes at a university near Heatherfield. The date is March 11, 2010; the sky was filled with a dark cloud impending upon the city. Like usual, I was late with my Animal Studies class, a class I'd never miss. The traffic was unbearable as the transit line I was waiting got caught in the traffic jam. Not caring whether or not the transit line came to the stop, I thrown my body into a full rush towards the campus, not too far away from where I am then.
The sky rumbled as I ran breathlessly, hoping to at least get to class if at all. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the distance. I didn't know what to make of it, so I decided to keep on going. The footsteps resumed, as if they were tracking me down; the footsteps gotten louder and clearer. The faster I ran, the closer whoever is following me is.
Out of nowhere, someone tackled me with great force. That figured whispered, "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
The figure got up to reveal himself to me. He had dark hair and a five 'o'clock shadow on his chin.
"You know how long I'd been after you, Will?"
What? What the hell is he doing and what the hell is talking about? Before I could find out, this guy started to rip my clothes apart. Before he could reach to a state where the only part of my top consists of my bra, I pulled out a pocketknife from my pocket and sliced across his body. The guy groaned as a blood worm flew from chest. Quickly, I got back and ran away as fast as I could.
However, my sight became blurred in a sudden flash. If I did not know better, I felt like I got shot. My body collapsed near the curb as the figure walked closer towards me. This pain felt like shit as I couldn't do a damn thing to save myself.
The last thing I remembered is that I felt my clothes being taken off, peeled off like a banana. My body laid unconscious, pelted with the ice cold rain that hit every part of my flesh…
…The next thing you know, I awoke in the hospital. The pain was still there as my hands were stained of blood. The shitty smell of that blood still lingered. As I wait for whoever is coming, I think to myself 'Should I ever die, will the pain that my life packs onto me subside or will it continue into the afterlife?' With that incident still fresh in my mind, I cannot forgive that wash-up rocker of my former boyfriend for doing this to me.
In a few minutes, I wait for my death to claim me. If that guy ever comes to me, let him finish me off. I don't care if life has led me to this.
The doorknob rattled. I glanced to see who the person is that is visiting this sad doll. The figure had brown hair, green marks on his cheeks, carrying flowers and sports a long brown trench coat. One person that came to mind…Caleb…?