Why is he so damn beautiful? I’m not supposed to want a freak- fuck, I want him under me again. No- that’s wrong- it’s wrong to want him, he’s not human.
The thought came out before I could stop it.
It’s not wrong to want me, it’s wrong to hurt me.
I broke the connection, my breath coming in short bursts. I should’ve been demolishing his brain- why wasn’t I?
His brow lowered, lip curled in a snarl. “They warned us about you getting in our heads. You’re not innocent- you hurt people too, but you’re not human. They said you don't feel like the rest of us do.” Shaking with rage now, he took a dangerous step forward. I took one back. “You ruined everything when you made me want you, but it’ll all go back to normal when you’re gone.”
Vicious barking and a bullet of golden fur streaked past me followed by Jack’s curse. With a startled shout, Tyler sprinted out a back door.
You failed. You couldn’t kill him.
You’re pathetic. Weak.
I darted into a bathroom, the echoes of my gasps bounced back at me. Taunting me.Weak. Weak. Weak.
I ripped out the wrinkled Ziploc of pills.
Fumbling, I tore it open-
One flew to the sink.
“No-fuck!”
I scrambled for it, but the drain gobbled it greedily. My eyes burned and froze. Spider cracks formed in the white basin.
“No, no, no,” I whimpered, the tiny indents of two pills in my palm.
Failure.
I choked back a sob, grinding them on the counter with a pointed glare. “I’m sorry, Angel,” I whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Another concentrated glare and the powder waited in skinny white lines.
“Abomination!”
Bright white pain in my cheek.
You're not human.
Specimen.
“You’re not infallible.”
Tears scorched down my cheeks.
“Shut up, shut up,” I whispered, grating my knuckles in my eyes. I needed to escape.Now.
I bent to the counter.
Fire burned up my nose straight through the voices, scattering them like a pebble in a pond. My eyes rolled back as I shuddered a sigh of relief. Like the volume dial had been wrenched down, the voices drained to background noise. I slumped against the tile.
But it didn’t last.
Two fine white lines equaled oblivion. Equaled a trip to the clouds before I fell down, down, down into the pit of tar where I’d choke and drown. But I wouldn’t die, no- that would be too easy, and I wasn’t meant to have it easy.
I was meant to suffer.
