Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Like a shadow that would never cease until it had it's victims fear, the flashbacks of the nights experience raced through Lara's unconscious mind.
The world was about control and it was something the young Croft had never possessed, but now, something much greater was possessing her.
The red of the moon crept through the gap in the heavy curtains giving the room an eerie glow as though the fires of hell were burning outside, threatening to take her very soul with them.
A white silk shirt lay discarded in the light, making the layer of mud coloured dust appear the colour of blood as it lay on the shirt, 'bleeding' onto the chair it was thrown on. A matching skirt of snow coloured silk lay close by, ripped into shreds across the front.
In the white linen covered bed a broken woman slept. Black hair slashed with hints of red covered the pillow behind her and even in her unconscious state it was obvious to anyone who may have looked upon her that any move made by her caused immense pain.
Flashback: I knew I was drunk and I knew that I couldn't drive my car home. I was hot and thought a walk through the fields would do me good and clear my head a bit, my manor wasn't too far away. I hopped the fence from my friends house and started to walk across the field, I remember the heat was so oppressive you could see it rise from the ground and I guess I thought that someone calling my name was just an effect from the alcohol and heat. It wasn't. I don't remember who it was, but I remember what was said. "let me walk you home Lady Croft." "you looked very beautiful tonight" "You shouldn't be on your own" "you could get hurt" "don't push me away" "James cannot make you happy" "I can make you happy Lara" I did get hurt. End flashback.
A cold sweat broke through her body as Lara sat up. Pain shot through her body and a scream formed in her throat although she would not let it escape her dry lips. Licking them to try to help the pain she only received more as the salty liquid entered the cut above her lip. Everything she did hurt her. She didn't want to move. All she wanted to do was give up. All she wanted to do was to die.
A/N I am sure that by now many of you have the idea of what is going on in this story. The next chapter will be graphic I warn you now. The topic this story is based on is one that is a very real thing that happens to so many people and one that I admit has happened to me. I wanted to be able to write something to get this out of my soul and also to show people that go through this that there is a way out. I know how you feel and I understand. If anyone has any questions do not be afraid to e-mail me. Love always Angelina-Giovanni xXx
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Like a shadow that would never cease until it had it's victims fear, the flashbacks of the nights experience raced through Lara's unconscious mind.
The world was about control and it was something the young Croft had never possessed, but now, something much greater was possessing her.
The red of the moon crept through the gap in the heavy curtains giving the room an eerie glow as though the fires of hell were burning outside, threatening to take her very soul with them.
A white silk shirt lay discarded in the light, making the layer of mud coloured dust appear the colour of blood as it lay on the shirt, 'bleeding' onto the chair it was thrown on. A matching skirt of snow coloured silk lay close by, ripped into shreds across the front.
In the white linen covered bed a broken woman slept. Black hair slashed with hints of red covered the pillow behind her and even in her unconscious state it was obvious to anyone who may have looked upon her that any move made by her caused immense pain.
Flashback: I knew I was drunk and I knew that I couldn't drive my car home. I was hot and thought a walk through the fields would do me good and clear my head a bit, my manor wasn't too far away. I hopped the fence from my friends house and started to walk across the field, I remember the heat was so oppressive you could see it rise from the ground and I guess I thought that someone calling my name was just an effect from the alcohol and heat. It wasn't. I don't remember who it was, but I remember what was said. "let me walk you home Lady Croft." "you looked very beautiful tonight" "You shouldn't be on your own" "you could get hurt" "don't push me away" "James cannot make you happy" "I can make you happy Lara" I did get hurt. End flashback.
A cold sweat broke through her body as Lara sat up. Pain shot through her body and a scream formed in her throat although she would not let it escape her dry lips. Licking them to try to help the pain she only received more as the salty liquid entered the cut above her lip. Everything she did hurt her. She didn't want to move. All she wanted to do was give up. All she wanted to do was to die.
A/N I am sure that by now many of you have the idea of what is going on in this story. The next chapter will be graphic I warn you now. The topic this story is based on is one that is a very real thing that happens to so many people and one that I admit has happened to me. I wanted to be able to write something to get this out of my soul and also to show people that go through this that there is a way out. I know how you feel and I understand. If anyone has any questions do not be afraid to e-mail me. Love always Angelina-Giovanni xXx