A/N: Like chapter 5? Well, now it is the time to proceed with caution. Because now it is the time to get to a very dark subject. If that never happened here. Do me a favor, okay? Don't take this lightly. Don't say I warn you.

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Oh yeah, this chapter contain blood.

Chapter 6: I'm Sorry That It Had To End This Way.

It was a okay day. I was wearing my "Asylum" Disturbed t-shirt, and skinny jeans.

I went to the fridge to quench my everlasting thirst for Diet Coke. There is none. I even checked my emergency Diet Coke under our bed. I walked towards the couch. Feeling a withdrawal from my Diet Coke addiction.

Levi grabbed his pair of keys off of the coffee table. We gave each other eye contact. "I'm getting out for groceries. Is there anything you want?"

"Diet Coke," I said.

He chuckled. "You need to lay off of them. Alright. See you when it get home." And he kissed me on the forehead before going out the door. He started to get sick of me playing music all day. So I got earbuds for myself. I try to relax on the couch. Damn voices drove me crazy. So I listen to music. Which it worked. I raced to the window. I peeked through it. No abductors. Only Levi driving off. I continued my relaxation.

"He's making you submissive. Dump him. He deserves it." No. Not the voice.

"No." I whimpered. I plugged ears.

"Listen to me! Dump him, or die!" Plugged harder.

"No!" Plugged harder.

"Dump him!"

I unplugged my ears. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"You worthless shit! You die!" Then the voice chanted the word "die" over and over. Each time gets faster.

"Stop!" The voice stopped chanting. I dropped on my knees, and I cried. "Please, get me out of my hell."

"Bleed to death." I know what that meant. I saw an article about that. I know how to do it. "There is only one way out of your hell."

I was desperate. I wanted to be free from my hell. "I'll follow you."

"Grab Levi's army knife." I grabbed his knife. And went into the bathroom, and closed the door. I checked the time. 2:27 P.M. I put my phone on the rim of the tub. I sat in the tub as if I'm taking a bath. "Cut 'em open." I cut open the underside of my right arm. Two-thirds away from my wrist. Excruciating pain from my arm. I did the same thing on the other arm. Excruciating pain. I relaxed my arms. Both arms oozed blood from the cuts that I made. Excruciating pain. Blood dripping both into the tub, and onto my clothes. Lots of it. The room seems to spin, and I feel tired.

"This is a mistake," I whimpered. "I want to be alive. I want to be with Levi." No one answered. Silence. Excruciating pain. My breathing started to quicken. My skin started feel cold as if died. Feeling more tired. If that's a thing. Heartbeat sped up. Pain.

My phone buzzed. I grabbed my phone. Arms shaking. More pain from using them. Levi texted me. 'Got your Diet Coke.' It showed a picture of four bottles of Diet Coke. Too bad I'll be dead when they arrived. The time was 3:05. The trip to the store takes 10 minutes. He always fills his gas tank up. A huge one. Just in case he low on money. It takes 20 minutes in the gas station. Mostly to take to his friends there. He'll come back. See me dead in a tub, and he knows the smell of blood. He hates that smell. He'll think about why I killed myself while the secret is hidden. Hidden inside of me. I set my phone down. A flashback came to me.

We were dating four months since our first real date. We were at where we first met.

"I was thinking…" Levi said.

"Yes?"

"Can I move in together?"

We kissed. Tongues going towards each other mouths. "I would love to live with you."

I feel weaker and colder as time passed by. Reality was like a slow-mo camera, everything is slowed down. More blood oozed out of cuts. Heartbeat sped up. And I was breathing quicker. I felt like going to sleep. Probably a permanent one since I'm bleeding to death.

I heard footsteps. I can listen even though my head was spinning. Levi said, "Hey bae, I got your Diet Coke." There was a short pause. I was too weak to answer. He started to sound worried. "Charlotte. You're not being funny." He paused. "Hello." He knocked on the bathroom door. "You're in there?"

I whimpered, "Yes."

"Are you okay?" He became worried. I saw the door open. Levi emerged. "God damn, Charlotte!" He started to cry. "Did you do it on purpose?" I nodded "yes". "Why did you cut yourself?" He called 911. "Yes… My girlfriend cut her arms. She's bleeding out… Please send an ambulance… 18475 Aspen Ave. NE., 308…" Levi dropped the phone. He ran to the first aid kit. It is a tackle box with first aid stuff. He came back with it. Gently, he picked me up, and set me down into the bathroom floor. He opened it, and grabbed bandages. He wrapped it around my arms tightly. He put me on my side facing him. He was obviously crying. Levi wanted to cry in the corner. But that means losing me. My bandages were soaked with blood.

"I'm sorry it has to end this way." Those are that I said before the world turned into a black wasteland.