[3rd POV—Damon]Blood. That was all that he could see.The crimson, viscous liquid pooled around the concrete floor and flooded his vision.He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of it.In fact, he had to bathe himself numerous times with the blood of his enemies.He even knows what’s the taste of it.However, it becomes entirely different when the blood that is spilling right now is from the woman he cherished the most.His beacon of light. The only good in his bad.It was terrifying to look at.Utterly frightening to the point that his mind almost immediately went blank.The rage that had bottled up inside him blew up and started to consume him. His wrath traveled from his chest channeled into his arm and into his finger, prompting him to squeeze the trigger just in time for Cara’s body to fall limply into the floor.One bullet.It could only take one bullet to be able to end a person’s life. But it wasn’t going to be enough.Damon shoots Burson in the shoulders at first, then his leg, gi
[Cara]Darkness…Darkness filled my vision no matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes open. Turning to some point that, I have to physically check my eyes to make sure they’re still open. It was completely dark, with no dotted light that could be spotted in all directions.“Hello?”My voice resounded loudly in the abyss, fading away as it traveled further and further until it was finally swallowed up by the deafening quiet.Where am I?Fear started to encrypt into my senses, and the hairs on the back of my neck sprang up in sheer trepidation.“Anyone?” I called again, whipping around while frantically looking about in the hopes of spotting some kind of indication or flicker of light that I could follow. Yet, there’s nothing. Just an eerie silence and darkness drowning me.“Nancy?”I remembered the last time we were running away from Burson.He was chasing us, prowling behind us while Nancy was injured with her ankle twisted and my body sapped with the strength to run.I sift through
[Cara]I don’t know what I should feel about his presence. Somewhat thankful that he had saved Nancy and me once again but also hateful that he got us there in the first place.“Baby, it’s alright. You are now safe.” Mom pulled my attention and noticed my body was visibly trembling, still shaken from the nightmares that plagued me.There were four of them now. Two of them were already dead. It is completely unknown to me whether or not Burson is still alive. Nonetheless, they still manage to make me suffer even with their absence. While the other one was still alive, whose pair of dark orbs were staring at me intently as though I would disappear from his sight at any given moment.A multitude of emotions was starting to flood me, to the point I didn’t know which one I would listen to.Mom said I am safe, but I’m still not.“How are you feeling, Cara.” He lifted his hands and was about to touch my face, but my body reacted so swiftly and recoiled away from him.“You have eyes, can’t yo
[Cara]The days flew by in a haze, and the improvements in my physical condition have been consistent across the board. Fortunately, the wound on my side wasn’t deep enough to hit vital organs. Though I got eight stitches from it and was healing nicely, all I could say was that Burson was one sloppy old bastard. Right now, all I am waiting for is my discharge notice so that I can go home after all this, and he said it wouldn’t take long before the billing section clears me up.After that conversation mom and I had, she turned a bit wary around me. I could feel her reluctance, the way she was contemplating her every movement near me as if I were some kind of time bomb that could detonate at any given moment. Though, she was still trying to act as though that conversation had never even happened.However, she was a terrible actress. I could clearly see everything through the façade she was trying to put on. Speaking of acting. I had so many impending questions about what happened afte
[Cara] I was at a loss for what to do or what I should be doing. My body moves of its own volition, yanking on the tubes inserted into the back of my palm, leaving the needles completely abandoned. Ignoring my mother’s shocked screams just as I was pushing myself up from the couch I was perched on and the searing pain that jabbed on my side, spearing into my entire system. My legs moved, and I bolted out the door before I knew it.The hallway was practically empty as my eyes darted frantically around. Just when I turned around, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a brown leather jacket dad was wearing, fading to the right corner. He was walking nonchalantly as though he did not just blow my head like a nuclear bomb dropping directly into my head.“No, dad, wait!” I started running and limping at the same time as every step I took, sending a piercing pain into my lower abdomen right around where I had been stabbed.“Cara!”Mom’s hysterical voice echoed, chasing behind me, but I didn’t even
[Cara] The familiar warm sensation wrapped around me, mingling with the pain twisting on my side and the pang of despondency battling inside me. I’m not even sure what to feel anymore. I’m so confused. I don’t want Damon anywhere near me, much less being held this close, arms wrapped around me. But at the same time, an old feeling that I had almost forgotten I could feel came rushing in, gradually dismantling the barrier I had constructed around my defenses.As much as I repulsed him with every drop of my consciousness, I couldn’t seem to pull him away. Physically, I don’t have the strength, but, deep down underneath the thick layers covering my heart, the old me was indulging in his presence. Basking in him.“Put me down.” My voice cracked, hissing in pain while putting more pressure on my side.His long stride had drastically put a quite distance from everyone falling behind us. He crosses me through the lobby with much ease, as though I weigh nothing more than a feather.“Not now,
[Cara] It’s been three months now, yet instead of waking up with the sound of my alarm clock, I jolted up on my bed, screaming bloody murder. I’ve been taking meds, helping me with my anxiety and melatonin. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.For the past couple of hours, I’ve been standing naked in front of the mirror inside my bathroom, staring at my reflection, counting each fading scar marred on my skin, especially the one on my side. The deepest and the most pronounced of them all. I’ve been back in my apartment since Burson had already been cared for. I see no reason not to stay in my place where I could be at peace in living alone.Mom, of course, protested at the thought of it, but she got no choice, and no, I refused to get medical attention to see a psychiatrist. I don’t want some stranger peering into the worst part of my life and opening the wound I’ve been working so hard to bandage shut.Well, except for Nancy. She agreed with her mom to get to a psychiatris
[Cara]“Fucking no!” I blustered out in stupefaction, seething that he hadn’t even consulted me first before planning this out.Did he ever stop and consider what I said in this? If I was okay? Does he not know the struggle I’ve been coping with?Why does he have to be so selfish?I stared down at the paper, glaring at it so feverishly, hoping that I would be able to incinerate it and combust it into flames with my stare.This cretin thought it would be a good idea to arrange an engagement ball for the two of us, despite the fact that my panic attack was already severe enough when people approached me from a close distance. And yet, here I am, thinking I was the one who has gone to madness when in fact, this bastard right here is even more insane than me.“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Exasperation drawled in my voice as I threw my hands in the air, kicked the chair behind me, and paced back to the glass window, needing to breathe without his presence suffocating my senses.The d