A.N. The final chapter!
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Chapter Thirty Two
Written by: Little Angry Kitten
The letter opener is strangely sharp and a thought crosses my mind for a brief moment. A thought that Dimitri has it around for more than just opening his mail but it's gone a moment later. The small weapon slices through him like a knife through butter and I don't even care where it hits him. The anger and hurt finally taking over me, burning through my veins like wildfire and nothing can stop it.
Not even Dimitri.
In all the delirium that's our fight for life and death I barely catch sight of the fact that Dimitri has gotten his hands back on the gun. The sound cuts through the air loud and clear and it takes me a moment to realize what's happened.
Chapter Thirty Three.
Written by: Nicia
The gunshots ring in my ears. There's a heavy pressure in my stomach, and my body trembles.
Adrenaline hums through my veins, blood makes my grip slippery and I clutch at the letter opener even more tightly.
I force myself to stand up straight, pressing closer to Dimitri when his hand shakes as he tries to level the gun again.
I'm only an arm's length away when he fires again, but I'm too close and as I fall forwards he catches me, out of instinct.
"Got you, you bastard."
I plunge the knife into him again.
And again.
And again.
Chapter Thirty Four
Written by: Little Angry Kitten
I let the pain take over only when Dimitri gets weaker under me, our blood mixing together and it's almost poetic.
Almost…
The events of the night finally crash over me and bring me to my knees along with my wound and if I'd have to choose a way to go, this one is perfect.
Chapter Thirty Five.
Written by: Little Angry Kitten.
I fall beside him, and I watch as the life drains out of him. In another life I wouldn't be a whore, he wouldn't be the scum of the earth and I wouldn't be forced to serve him till my last dying breath.
Maybe in another life I'd have gone to college instead of wandering aimlessly around, I'd finish with high honors, would have found a nice guy, maybe get married, have kids. Be happy and live that fairytale everyone goes on and on about.
But my life didn't turn out like that.
By some twisted turn of fate I was destined to be used and abused but at the very end to best the people that thought they own me, even if it meant taking my own life along with theirs.
His eyes are closed, but his smirk still stays in place even in death. I can't fight it anymore either so I let darkness take me under in hopes that something better might be waiting for me on the other side.
Everyone can start again
Not through love but through revenge
Through the fire, we're born again
Peace by vengeance
Brings the end
- High by the Beach, Lana del Ray.
The End.