Hey :) I'm back, again haha
It felt quite good to be back here, and the positive feedback made it even better for me, so thank you for that :)
I promised I'd try and get a new chapter together soon, and here we are, I hope you enjoy
Subliminal Paradise
"Cat... Cat wake up"
"T... Tor...Tori... is... is that you?"
"Yeah Cat, its me Tori, wake up, we're gonna be late for school"
"School? but... its night time..."
"Cat you have to wake up"
"Leave me here Tori, leave me to die"
"Cat please"
"I want to die Tori, leave me alone"
Just then, her eyes snapped open, she flicked her eyes left and right, trying to work out where she was, or what had happened.
She attempted to sit up, but as she did so, a sharp shot of pain straight through her hip made her think better of it.
And that's when she realized, it all came back to her, everything her dad had done.
But, didn't she tell herself she had enough? didn't she say she couldn't live like this any more?
She remembered it clearly, she remembered the rope she had stored away just in case she ever needed to use it.
She remembered putting that exact rope up.
She remembered standing on the stool and putting the rope around her neck.
And the last thing she remembered? kicking the stool from underneath her.
So why was she still here?
How could she still be here?
Its not plausible, there isn't an explanation.
She grit her teeth, and attempted to sit up again, fighting through the ferocious pain tearing through her hip.
After a good minute of struggling, she managed to sit herself up, using one arm to prop herself.
That's when she got her explanation.
No more than a foot away from where she had been lying, was the rope, only it was different, it was cut.
Someone had cut it.
But who? Cat was alone, the door was locked, she knew it was, her dad took the key and locked the front door so she couldn't get help.
So how could someone have cut the rope?
Nevertheless, wasn't her life saved?
No.
Cat had lost all faith, she had just given up, she had no reason to believe life was worth living any more.
She put her head down, bringing her hands up to her face.
She sat there, in the middle of her bedroom floor, and she sobbed.
uncontrollably, tear after tear, running from her big beautiful brown eyes, well, usually beautiful anyway, now they were empty, its like, Cat wasn't even in there, whatever was left. it wasn't Cat, it was just a broken girl.
And as she sat there, completely lost, so desperately in need of help, hoping beyond hope that someone was going to open the door and be there for her.
She was alone.
She put her hands down by her side, and stare down at the floor.
She brought her lips together, and managed to find her voice.
"Why?"
"Why am I still here?"
"Why am I still alive?"
"I wanted to die"
"Cant you just let me die?"
"Cant you see how much pain I'm in"
"Why am I still here?!"
Cat's voice rose to a shout at the end of her message, to whoever was willing to listen.
Cat kept her eyes straight down at the floor beneath her.
Wondering what to do.
She couldn't stay here, she just couldn't, this life wasn't worth the pain, and the suffering.
Cat only had one other option.
She never thought it would come to this, but realistically what else could she do? nothing, at least that's what she thought in the state she was in.
She gritted her teeth together again, and fought through the unbearable pain.
Before she knew it, she was on her feet, staring at herself in the mirror.
She stared into the eyes of the beaten, bloody, bruised, and broken girl.
And even she knew.
This wasn't Caterina Valentine.
She felt herself on the verge of tears again, and before any could fall, she went over to her desk, she picked up her pink jacket that was on the desk, and put it on.
She didn't want to carry anything, so she figured it would be easier to put whatever she had in her pockets.
She looked down on her desk for what she might need.
Her phone? well she never goes anywhere without it, but realistically, it would just be a reminder of all of this, but even then, she found herself unable to resist putting it in her pocket, guess there still was some shred of the old Cat still in there then?
Her purse, she scraped together all the money she had in her room, which was about 75 dollars.
She then opened her purse and looked at the inside pocket, in there she always kept a picture of her and her brother, from when they were little.
She took one final look at herself in the mirror, and whispered.
"Goodbye Cat"
And with that, she turned, and limped out of her bedroom.
Down the stairs.
Out the back door.
She kept going until she was at the foot of the pathway up to her house.
She turned, and looked back.
Only to say it again.
"Goodbye Cat"
She turned away, and continued to walk.
Down the street.
Where was she going? she didn't know.
But what she did know, was she was leaving this hell she had to call a life, behind.
Okay, that's it for this chapter
I know it wasn't as long as the first one, I apologise for that, but this one was sort of, building toward the next chapter
The others will come into this story, don't worry, hopefully by the next chapter
Until then, I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review if you did :)
Thank you
