Just a short songfic to "I Just Wanna Run" by The Downtown Fiction. Oneshot. Extremely dark themes, but you know me. Read at your own risk.
I just wanna run, hide it away, run because they're chasing me down.
She collapsed into a heap on her bedroom floor, her designer rug stained with her blood and tears. Her door was victim to constant pounding and slapping, begging her to leave and forget it happened. But she couldn't.
I just wanna run, throw it away, run before they're finding me out.
Her shoe whizzed through the air and smashed her mirror to pieces. Her perfume bottles became broken glass and puddles of fake scent. The pounding increased, as did the pleas and yells. The screaming increased, a pounding in her ears, until she realized it was her own.
I just wanna run.
Blood stained her arms and seeped into her shirt, staining a deep crimson red. Her arms were covered in deep zigzag gashes, with the red liquid oozing out of them. She quietly sat down on her now tattered rug and held her arms, trembling. Her fingers became warm and wet.
I just wanna run, I'm out here all alone. I tried to call your house, can't reach you on the phone.
She thought of the events that had her here now. She may as well have been dead. She thought of Sam, and Zoe, and Taylor, Jessica, Maria, Nicole, all of them so happy. They thought she was too. She thought of all the football players and jocks, who looked at her like she was a piece of meat. It's okay, she's too stupid to realize we're checking her out.
I'm gathering the nerve, I'm packing up my bag. It's more than you deserve, don't treat me like a drag.
She thought of Hector. No. He was the reason for everything! He exposed her to everything! It was his fault! Her teeth chattered so hard she tasted blood in her mouth, and her head pounded like it was going to explode. Her blood was still staining her clothes and carpet, but she didn't care. She had to get out.
I'm feeling like I keep on talking, I'm repeating, myself my words lost all meaning, I keep talking I repeat myself.
She threw items into an old duffel bag. She had to get out of here. She had to get more. Somehow, someway, she would have to get some. She knew Hector knew he had made a mistake. Sweet little Amanda, stupid little Amanda, of course she's dumb enough to do it! She'll do anything, eat anything, say anything, try anything. She cried out from the suffering. It was too much. Her body couldn't handle it. She tried to close her duffel, but the zipper was jammed. NO!
I just wanna run, hide it away, run because they're chasing me down.
The pounding was gone. It had been gone for a while. They had given up on her, just like everyone else had. Who wouldn't? She desperately tried to move the zipper, but it was a lost cause. With a desperate scream she hurled the bag across her room, her just packed clothes flying everywhere. Her ankles buckled, she was on her knees, then her side, then her back. The room shone in flashes of red, pink, purple, blue, black. So much black. It was just a dream, a bad dream. A nightmare. No more, no more ever again.
I just wanna run, throw it away, run before they're finding me out.
Never again, ever. She promises. It would take a miracle, but she made a promise. Too late, much too late. Her teeth are chipping off and the blood is still dripping down her chin, like a vampire after feeding. Her eyes are bloodshot, twitching. Is someone there? Probably not. Her red hair splays out behind her, like she's on fire. She feels like she's on fire. The blood is gone. The fun is gone. All that's left are the consequences. She closes her eyes for the very last time.
I just wanna run.