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scared_at_heart
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Hey guys.I want to tell you what happened last night.I'm talking about my boyfriend this time.Okay?This is going to be a little long.But here it goes.*Sighs**Takes deep breath in*
Nikki POV
One beating after another, the blood is constantly pouring. The gashes in my arms. Cuts torn through my heart. All this mutilation seems to be getting to me. One person causes it, and one person alone. He has never given up on tormenting me, or making me suffer. He only grins in glee as he watches my blood drip, watching me in pain, and watching how much his words tear me in two. For such a long time I've wanted to give in, to die, even if I had to it myself. For long, I've wanted just to say stop, and get him to realize the way he's breaking me into pieces, he'd never listen, he'd make it worse, and prolong my horrible fate. Just leave me to suffer on my own Brad. You're only making it worse when you look in my eyes, with no respect, no sympathy, no feelings at all. I'm a burden on his behalf. He doesn't deserve a weak girlfriend, but none of this would matter to him.
Normal POV
"It's always the same way in getting rid of this pain and regret." Nikki muttered raising a knife to his wrist. "The surprising thing is that I never gasp in agony, the pain never makes me cry. Brad's torture is so much different."
Nikki paused, and looked around, then back at his wrists. 'Why?' Nikki thought. 'Why do you torture me to the brink of insanity? What pleasure do you get out of my misery? What have I ever done?' Nikki's memories as a child, all the memories she kept so dear, they all seemed so distant from her now. Her dad's girlfriend was a drunk; at least he was before she died a year ago. Nikki had to go through being taunted and abused by her father, Brad, and the bullies at school. Then when her dad's girlfriend died, Brad seemed to take her place in giving her more abuse. Nikki couldn't take it anymore; she didn't want the same monotone life anymore. She didn't want to hold all this hate and anger in her anymore, but all she could do was take it out on herself.
The cuts on her wrist from before were still fresh. It was only the night before where Nikki had taken the same knife to it. Taking the knife again, Nikki scrapped the knife against her flesh, enjoying the slight sensation. The second time she went across her flesh, she dug in deep. Her eyes were fixed on the blood that was pouring, but she didn't care. She did it again, further up her wrist. She paused for a moment when she heard the door slam, and then there were two voices downstairs. Nikki recognized one of them as Brad, the other as Mark. She looked at her wrist once more; the sight of blood began exciting her. She wanted more. She needed more. She dug the knife into her forearm, and then brought it down her arm. The gash was enormous, and Nikki enjoyed it. The agony was outstanding, she giggled as if she was a little kid who just received free candy.
Brad POV
Mark is one of those people who just loves to rant, I was beginning to notice that more and more. He was telling me his plans of theft and destruction of a few petty shops downtown. He honestly has no sense of class. Those shops were poor. They had nothing of value. An idea of my own sprung into my mind.
"Mark, I say we do something that involves a bit more fun, my friend, we deserve it." I smirked, and then nodded my head in the direction of the cabinet we were standing infront of. "We'll still steal a few valuables, but at stores with actual antiques. In the process, we're not just going to steal, we're going to steal and torture."
Nikki POV
Brad has left once more; it's the same way nearly every night. He never says goodbye, I've grown used to it, but I hate it none-the-less. I sat straight up in my bed, and grabbed a book from my shelf. I've read it nearly a million times. I had wrapped up my arm in bandage during the conversation my boyfriend and Mark were having, it's another thing I've grown used to. I'm used to bandaging my own wounds, and I even know how to sew them up when I have to. I may have to for these wounds. While reading my novel, my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.
I woke up suddenly when I heard the door slam. I groaned a bit and looked at the clock. It read 4 a.m.
'Holy sh*t, Brad's been out for 12 hours...' I thought as my eyes began adjusting to the darkness.
I quietly got off my bed, and made my way to the door. I had to make sure it did not creak; Brad hates it when my door creaks. I crept out into the hallway, and noticed that the light in the bathroom was on. Intrigued about why Brad was coming home so late, I walked towards the bathroom. My mouth dropped at the few of my boyfriend, it was not a pleasant scene, I would've hurled if I werent so adapted to the sight of blood.
Brad was dripping in blood. He was covered with it. His eyes were flashing crimson. The knife he used for the slaughter was being rubbed with a clothe under the cold flow of water. It was sickening the way he smiled as the blood was being washed away. I just stood there and stared.
Normal POV
"What the hell are you gawking at runt?" Brad's harsh tone caused Nikki to slightly flinch. Brad smirked. "You are a wimp, you're never going to toughen are you? No matter what hits you in the face, even when I do."
Nikki felt her blood boil. She couldn't take it anymore. Brad was going too far. The abuse was sinking in, the emotional and physical. She was tired of being pushed around; she was tired of being made fun of. She was tired of hating Brad, tired of coming home just to receive abuse.
"What the fu*k is wrong with you!" Nikki yelled, her tone completely different. "Why can't you ever leave me alone? Why can't you ever give it up? Why don't you stop making my life a living hell! I can't stand you anymore, you're hell. I'm tired of you; I'm tired of your never-ending fu*king abuse. You treat me like I'm worthless, and I know I am, but stopping making that so fu*king clear. I never did anything to you."
All the thoughts of getting back at Brad through these years seemed to open a new opportunity, she took his chance, and landed a punch on Brad's face, but Brad didn't flinch, or stutter. He didn't re-think about what Nikki just said. He only got angry, and only felt like tearing Nikki limb to limb. He's thought about it before, but no one punches him and gets away with it. He glared at Nikki with no remorse.
"You're an idiot you know that?" Brad started. "You think your opinions really change my own? You're a weak senseless ba*tard, who's only a burden. I enjoy making you suffer. You'll never see me give in just yet. No Nikki, I won't go away, you're stuck with me, face the truth."
Brad rubbed his cheek, where Nikki had punched him, and then using the same hand, he punched Nikki across the cheek. Nikki flinched, but had already faced worse pain to know what this was like.
"Who's the ba*tard if you're the one who makes me suffer?" Nikki sneered. "Who makes me bleed, who does everything against my will?"
Brad growled, and grabbed Nikki by his throat, and lifted her off the ground. He grabbed the blade he was just using, and stuck it into her holster. He took Nikki out of the bathroom, and down to the living room. He threw Nikki in a corner. Then making her stand, Brad punched her in her stomach, hurtling Nikki back into the wall. The pain was immense. She curled up into a ball, and tried to block Brad out of her mind. Brad only grabbed her again, and punched her in the face. Blood was dripping from Nikki's mouth with the giant impact to the stomach from before, but Brad barely noticed, he didn't care. He threw Nikki on the floor instead, and grabbed his blade. He licked the rim of it, and brought it slowly to Nikki's throat.
"You talk about so much how you want to die in your thoughts Nikki." Brad mocked. "Sure you don't want me to do it for you?"
"I really don't care, you've always hated me, there was never a hint of decent respect. I can't stand you. You can't stand me. Get rid of me then." Nikki spat.
Brad twitched; the thought of hate sort of stopped him in his tracks. 'Have I ever hated my girlfriend for the world?' Brad thought. He was always capable of blocking his thoughts from Nikki, Nikki kept most of her from Brad.
Brad's anger was taking over again though, and instead of slitting Nikki's throat like Nikki assumed he would do; Brad rolled up Nikki's sleeves, and opened up some of the gashes in her arms. Nikki's tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing the blood. Brad watched in glee as blood began to stain Nikki's clothes and all. He took it a bit further though, and turned Nikki around, he lifted up Nikki's shirt, and left a gash vertically down Nikki's back, not big enough to reach her spine or anything, but it caused Nikki to scream through her tears.
"You never answered my question." Nikki muttered, not able to properly speak. "Who really is the ba*tad with the things you do?"
Brad growled in annoyance, he turned his girlfriend around and punched her in the jaw, causing Nikki to go unconscious. She didn't go unspoken, she muttered: "You are a curse." Before falling to the ground.
"That may be my girlfiend." Brad sneered. "But only to you."
Despite what he had just done, Brad picked the unconscious soul up, and didn't return her to her room, but placed her in the tub of the bathroom, where the blood could flow down the drains. Brad looked Nikki over, and noticed the gashes on her wrist, dry blood still surrounding them.
'I haven't done any of those...' Brad thought. 'What have you been up to Nikki? I hurt her, yes, but she's never talked back, but tonight, she seemed different. What am I doing to her, why do I make her suffer?'
Brad let his thoughts wander, but he wasn't in the mood to change the way he thought about Nikki. He may have realized his mistake, or maybe didn't at all, but the events of the night lingered in his mind.
That's all I have for now.Yeah.I'm good now though!^^Luckly!
scared_at_heart Nikki
Nikki POV
One beating after another, the blood is constantly pouring. The gashes in my arms. Cuts torn through my heart. All this mutilation seems to be getting to me. One person causes it, and one person alone. He has never given up on tormenting me, or making me suffer. He only grins in glee as he watches my blood drip, watching me in pain, and watching how much his words tear me in two. For such a long time I've wanted to give in, to die, even if I had to it myself. For long, I've wanted just to say stop, and get him to realize the way he's breaking me into pieces, he'd never listen, he'd make it worse, and prolong my horrible fate. Just leave me to suffer on my own Brad. You're only making it worse when you look in my eyes, with no respect, no sympathy, no feelings at all. I'm a burden on his behalf. He doesn't deserve a weak girlfriend, but none of this would matter to him.
Normal POV
"It's always the same way in getting rid of this pain and regret." Nikki muttered raising a knife to his wrist. "The surprising thing is that I never gasp in agony, the pain never makes me cry. Brad's torture is so much different."
Nikki paused, and looked around, then back at his wrists. 'Why?' Nikki thought. 'Why do you torture me to the brink of insanity? What pleasure do you get out of my misery? What have I ever done?' Nikki's memories as a child, all the memories she kept so dear, they all seemed so distant from her now. Her dad's girlfriend was a drunk; at least he was before she died a year ago. Nikki had to go through being taunted and abused by her father, Brad, and the bullies at school. Then when her dad's girlfriend died, Brad seemed to take her place in giving her more abuse. Nikki couldn't take it anymore; she didn't want the same monotone life anymore. She didn't want to hold all this hate and anger in her anymore, but all she could do was take it out on herself.
The cuts on her wrist from before were still fresh. It was only the night before where Nikki had taken the same knife to it. Taking the knife again, Nikki scrapped the knife against her flesh, enjoying the slight sensation. The second time she went across her flesh, she dug in deep. Her eyes were fixed on the blood that was pouring, but she didn't care. She did it again, further up her wrist. She paused for a moment when she heard the door slam, and then there were two voices downstairs. Nikki recognized one of them as Brad, the other as Mark. She looked at her wrist once more; the sight of blood began exciting her. She wanted more. She needed more. She dug the knife into her forearm, and then brought it down her arm. The gash was enormous, and Nikki enjoyed it. The agony was outstanding, she giggled as if she was a little kid who just received free candy.
Brad POV
Mark is one of those people who just loves to rant, I was beginning to notice that more and more. He was telling me his plans of theft and destruction of a few petty shops downtown. He honestly has no sense of class. Those shops were poor. They had nothing of value. An idea of my own sprung into my mind.
"Mark, I say we do something that involves a bit more fun, my friend, we deserve it." I smirked, and then nodded my head in the direction of the cabinet we were standing infront of. "We'll still steal a few valuables, but at stores with actual antiques. In the process, we're not just going to steal, we're going to steal and torture."
Nikki POV
Brad has left once more; it's the same way nearly every night. He never says goodbye, I've grown used to it, but I hate it none-the-less. I sat straight up in my bed, and grabbed a book from my shelf. I've read it nearly a million times. I had wrapped up my arm in bandage during the conversation my boyfriend and Mark were having, it's another thing I've grown used to. I'm used to bandaging my own wounds, and I even know how to sew them up when I have to. I may have to for these wounds. While reading my novel, my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.
I woke up suddenly when I heard the door slam. I groaned a bit and looked at the clock. It read 4 a.m.
'Holy sh*t, Brad's been out for 12 hours...' I thought as my eyes began adjusting to the darkness.
I quietly got off my bed, and made my way to the door. I had to make sure it did not creak; Brad hates it when my door creaks. I crept out into the hallway, and noticed that the light in the bathroom was on. Intrigued about why Brad was coming home so late, I walked towards the bathroom. My mouth dropped at the few of my boyfriend, it was not a pleasant scene, I would've hurled if I werent so adapted to the sight of blood.
Brad was dripping in blood. He was covered with it. His eyes were flashing crimson. The knife he used for the slaughter was being rubbed with a clothe under the cold flow of water. It was sickening the way he smiled as the blood was being washed away. I just stood there and stared.
Normal POV
"What the hell are you gawking at runt?" Brad's harsh tone caused Nikki to slightly flinch. Brad smirked. "You are a wimp, you're never going to toughen are you? No matter what hits you in the face, even when I do."
Nikki felt her blood boil. She couldn't take it anymore. Brad was going too far. The abuse was sinking in, the emotional and physical. She was tired of being pushed around; she was tired of being made fun of. She was tired of hating Brad, tired of coming home just to receive abuse.
"What the fu*k is wrong with you!" Nikki yelled, her tone completely different. "Why can't you ever leave me alone? Why can't you ever give it up? Why don't you stop making my life a living hell! I can't stand you anymore, you're hell. I'm tired of you; I'm tired of your never-ending fu*king abuse. You treat me like I'm worthless, and I know I am, but stopping making that so fu*king clear. I never did anything to you."
All the thoughts of getting back at Brad through these years seemed to open a new opportunity, she took his chance, and landed a punch on Brad's face, but Brad didn't flinch, or stutter. He didn't re-think about what Nikki just said. He only got angry, and only felt like tearing Nikki limb to limb. He's thought about it before, but no one punches him and gets away with it. He glared at Nikki with no remorse.
"You're an idiot you know that?" Brad started. "You think your opinions really change my own? You're a weak senseless ba*tard, who's only a burden. I enjoy making you suffer. You'll never see me give in just yet. No Nikki, I won't go away, you're stuck with me, face the truth."
Brad rubbed his cheek, where Nikki had punched him, and then using the same hand, he punched Nikki across the cheek. Nikki flinched, but had already faced worse pain to know what this was like.
"Who's the ba*tard if you're the one who makes me suffer?" Nikki sneered. "Who makes me bleed, who does everything against my will?"
Brad growled, and grabbed Nikki by his throat, and lifted her off the ground. He grabbed the blade he was just using, and stuck it into her holster. He took Nikki out of the bathroom, and down to the living room. He threw Nikki in a corner. Then making her stand, Brad punched her in her stomach, hurtling Nikki back into the wall. The pain was immense. She curled up into a ball, and tried to block Brad out of her mind. Brad only grabbed her again, and punched her in the face. Blood was dripping from Nikki's mouth with the giant impact to the stomach from before, but Brad barely noticed, he didn't care. He threw Nikki on the floor instead, and grabbed his blade. He licked the rim of it, and brought it slowly to Nikki's throat.
"You talk about so much how you want to die in your thoughts Nikki." Brad mocked. "Sure you don't want me to do it for you?"
"I really don't care, you've always hated me, there was never a hint of decent respect. I can't stand you. You can't stand me. Get rid of me then." Nikki spat.
Brad twitched; the thought of hate sort of stopped him in his tracks. 'Have I ever hated my girlfriend for the world?' Brad thought. He was always capable of blocking his thoughts from Nikki, Nikki kept most of her from Brad.
Brad's anger was taking over again though, and instead of slitting Nikki's throat like Nikki assumed he would do; Brad rolled up Nikki's sleeves, and opened up some of the gashes in her arms. Nikki's tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing the blood. Brad watched in glee as blood began to stain Nikki's clothes and all. He took it a bit further though, and turned Nikki around, he lifted up Nikki's shirt, and left a gash vertically down Nikki's back, not big enough to reach her spine or anything, but it caused Nikki to scream through her tears.
"You never answered my question." Nikki muttered, not able to properly speak. "Who really is the ba*tad with the things you do?"
Brad growled in annoyance, he turned his girlfriend around and punched her in the jaw, causing Nikki to go unconscious. She didn't go unspoken, she muttered: "You are a curse." Before falling to the ground.
"That may be my girlfiend." Brad sneered. "But only to you."
Despite what he had just done, Brad picked the unconscious soul up, and didn't return her to her room, but placed her in the tub of the bathroom, where the blood could flow down the drains. Brad looked Nikki over, and noticed the gashes on her wrist, dry blood still surrounding them.
'I haven't done any of those...' Brad thought. 'What have you been up to Nikki? I hurt her, yes, but she's never talked back, but tonight, she seemed different. What am I doing to her, why do I make her suffer?'
Brad let his thoughts wander, but he wasn't in the mood to change the way he thought about Nikki. He may have realized his mistake, or maybe didn't at all, but the events of the night lingered in his mind.
That's all I have for now.Yeah.I'm good now though!^^Luckly!
scared_at_heart Nikki
Oh well.I'll get over it.Till next time!
I do the same thing with a different type of thing.
