AN: Everyone is human. Though this basically stars Spike and Dawn... Spike kidnapped Dawn and things are happening. Enjoy.
A buzzard went off signaling the dryer was done. She emptied it into a basket and put another load in, sighing as she did so. Spike had decided to punish her for another calling him a dirty word. He had decided to take on the roll of authoritarian and started to give her rules and consequences for everything she did.
She now had chores; duties that he assigned her to do each day. Eating was the top priority. She'd fix her own meals sometimes, unless he was in the mood to cook. Then she was to dust the house. This kept her busy because once she finished one room, when she came back, it would already have a thin layer of particles on top of it. If she did not eat or clean what she was suppose to, she had laundry, bathroom, and making bed duty.
The brunette huffed, sick of all her slave work. Up to then, her captured life had been a piece of cake. Now it was sweaty work and it pissed her off. Teenage rebellion ran swift through her veins as she threw the laundry basket down on the ground, clothes spilling out, and stomped over to a broken chair and sat down.
Reaching inside her shoe, she pulled out a razor that was tucked inside of the tongue. She hadn't done this in a long time. When she stopped eating and started throwing up her food, she glided in between consciousness and darkness, so she would never have enough energy to create violence towards herself.
Anger crawled up her spine as she thought of everything. The new chores... Her father still not contacting Spike about her absence...
The razor was swift; slicing through layers of skin until it reached a vein. Blood bubbled out of her fresh wound, overflowing onto the fresh towels that just came out of the dryer.
"Goddamnit," she choked, her heart racing hard in her ribcage. It seemed like her whole body became her heartbeat, as she felt the long, hard pulses quake her entire body. She slipped down the ground, her knees weak and trembling.
"Holy fuck," her voice was edging on panicking.
Dawn couldn't get the blood to stop. It kept pouring out of her like a waterfall. A waterfall of her life that was draining onto the towel. She held the now red towel against her flowing wound, hoping that her blood would soon clot and stop creating such a mess. This was the second bloody mess she had created.
She felt embarrassed about that.
Darkness invaded her mind as her head fell against the floor. It sickly bounced before it slapped against the tile for the last time.
Sorry for such a short chapter. The next one is really long, so it'll make up. Until next time. R&R,
