Shatter me with your love part 7.
Synopsis: the end is the beginning of a new, you just need to figure out how to start
Warning:mentions of suicide( not much), blood, angst, neglect, child neglect
A wave to sickness hits you hard , your head feels like its jello and your mind is filled with foggyness.
Your eyes pry open yet it still feels like your eyes have been forced closed. You arenât too sure if its because of the muck and gunk that somehow has piled onto the corners of your eyes or if it was actually glued.
Before you could think much futher something caught your sleepy eyed attention.
The celling? No, The walls. All of the walls where a soft pink color? From what you could see the whole room looked like it was adorn in pinks of different shades and other variations of colors.
Everything from curtains, lamps and chairs to more were covered a Barbie like color, the same color too similar to that awful shade of pink that complimented it very well. It looked straight out of a childrenâs commercial they would advertise dead afternoon but more messy and crowded, slightly similar to how you decorated your room when you were younger.
You try to stand up but your body seems to have plans to rest, stuck looking up at the ceiling with your arms at your side.
You try one last time and manage to lift your right hand up a bit, nothing more. It probably wasnât enough to get away from who ever or what ever had put you in this pink torture room for now rest was very needed. You didnât realize how much energy you had actually used just to lift up your hand.
It was kinda pathetic, you would smirk to yourself if you could but your face remainder stoic. If anyoneâŠanyoneâŠif father saw you like this he would probably scoff at you.
Speaking of him, what happened in end to them? Your mind rattled at what they could be doing right now.
Were they trying to find you? Did they caree for you? Who kidnapped you? Why did they kidnapped you and for what?
You werenât really sure what had happened but you had an idea.
You had died.
Like actually died and now⊠you were here.
Somehow?
A soft exhale left your chapped lips. It was pointless anyways, they wouldnât try and find you anyways.
Your new life has started and your old one had ended. Maybe it had been a sign from some higher power to start a new, away from them and all the pain.
Like a reset button.
It was up to you to get yourself out of here but for now a little rest was needed. And some water too.
Your eyes fluttered back closed to its former state and as your mind drifted to sleep you just hope your kidnaper wouldnât come back by the time you woke up.
*
Mist. Its very where, blocking your vision rendering you technically blind, unable to see more then 4 feet in front of you.
Your head flicks quickly to the side as at the corner of your eye you see something moving with the fog.
It looked vaguely human but ghostly.
A audible swish passes right in-front of your head Snapping your eyes to that side where you saw it.
There it is again you say to yourself. It looked like a man from what you saw , a bit tall and lean.
It happens again but this time you are able to make out a familiar dark straight hair with tiny strands of gray hairs scatterings around the cranium.
âFatherâ? You called out , ever so softly. Your face scrunches up in a mix of shock,scared and a bit of disgust if you were being honest.
Why did he have to show up here. After everything he has done to!
He neglected me!
He ignored me!
And worst of all, i was the child that he never loved. It was always the Damien this. Dick that. Jason this and even Tim too!
Why couldnât you be loved for once?
Were you really that unlovable?
Maybe Damien was right. You should of killed yourself long ago.
You were referring to a conversation that you and him had a while ago before the dinner.
Crying in your locked room, you sat quietly in the corner and crying your eyes out over a test. Your test in your hands and crumpled up completely stained with tear and scribbles of marker all over it.
It was kinda dumb now that think about it, it was only a 78 percent which was enough to get pass by with a nod from bruce.
Even tho you had a bit of training from bruce and dick, You hadnât heard Damien come into your room and stand in front of your form, towering over you intil you heard his snobby childish voice.
âOf course,only you are weak enough to cry over trivial things such as a score on a paper.â he scoffed
You didnât know why but you opened up to him as vulnerable as you were.
â im sorryâ , you cried, your voice shaky and unstable â i did Everything right. I studied for days to get a full score on this but even tho i tried my best i was only been able to get less them I anticipated.â
He face palmed audibly and pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust and disappointment.
âYou will never get it will youâ? He questioned.
Making you look up to him and utter confusion to his questions, stopping your cries leaving an annoying hiccups and sniffles.
âNo matter how hard you try you will never be better then us in any form be it skills or academic. Im not even sure how my father got a hold of you but it was clear mistake. You clearly donât belong with us or to be part of this prestige familyâ
Your blood shot eyes glaze over his striking emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce thru yours,full of pure hatred and disgust.
Your voice dry and horse manages to respond with a bombastic and confused âwhatâ?
He spoke up,only getting more annoyed by the second.
â i shouldnât have to clarify. This is utterly stupid and meaningless like you. You arenât even fathers real child, i was born be talent and resilient because i am fathers real offspringâ.
â you should even mention that, everyone in this house is family one way or another blood or not we are all equalâ you spit back , slightly angry at his ignorance
â its pathetic if you think we are all on the same level. I am better them every one here with the exception ïżŒof father obviouslyâ. He voice laced with malice and bad intentions.
â the only reason why you act like you are better then everyone is because you were breed to be the perfect heir, it not comparable to my situation!â
He scoffs loudly, almost amused in a way.
â you are only making more excuses for your sorry ass to hide behind!â, he raise his voice but quickly restrains himself from going louder.
â im not making any excuses!â, your pain loud and shown. You stand up on your shaking legs that had fallen asleep way before the argument. You use one of your arms as support against the wall while point at him with the other other one . Straight. at .him . which seemed to aggravate him even more.
âYou donât get to talk! I have never made excuses up! Never when i had to pull all nighter and especially never when i begged for fathers approval or when i tried to train to be( emphasis on that word) what he originally wanted me to be. A robin and partner.â You voice faded at the last word. A partner you could have been to him. a daughter.
âI can not fathom you being a robin . You would of been worse then Graysonâ. He smirked âThe name would of been tarnished and with that reputation i would of never wanted to be the robin. My mothe-â you stop his gloating. The more he speak the more anger and pitiful you become. You canât stand him being in your room, criticizing you for trying yours best so you end it quickly. You are so done with his entitled bs.
âjust becuase you get to grown up in a place where everyone adore you doesnât mean you get to act like you own this place. I didnt! Even tho i have been here longer then you i still need to prove myself!â Your voice shakes in a sign of weakness.Your are too close to crying to keep talking. Its ahed enough to stop yourself from shedding more tears in front of him and talking would probably break you even more.
You did need that right now.
â you have all the blame. you said it yourself , you have been here longer but who is the forgotten one. Im still appalled father even liked you enough to take you in.â and with that he leaves, his comments hanging in the air as you stood there, dumb founded.
His voice so momotoned compared to his hurtful comments.
He spat venom and it seemed to seep into your vain, intoxicating you. Drowning you in a sorrow that now was infecting you quicker then you had hoped.
As his body slithered out of the room like a conniving snake with quickness. he turn one last time to you with his green emerald eyes.
â and make sure to clean the blood of your neck. Its an awful sign to see if you arenât go through with it.â
The door slammed shut as like clock work your back slide down against the wall, landing on the floor with force.
Shit.
You cursed at yourself. Instinctively your hand went to the aprt of your neck whoch had tried. Blood on it.
You had completely forgot about when the argument happend .
Your hand losses snd a tiny sharp piece of metal dropped onto the wooden floor.
You didnt even have to look down at the state of your hand. It was eveident in the exesive amount of blood that was drooping on the side and the throbbing feeling in your hand.
It was like a mini heart beat right on the palm of your hand, ready to be crushed.
Damn Damien. Why did it have to be him to come. Why couldnât it be some one like dick or tim.
ForgottenâŠ
ForgottenâŠ
ForgottenâŠ
Those were the words that stuck with you the most. It was pointless arguing because he was simply right. He is always right.
Ever since that night, you couldnât look at him the same, the incident of that night just keep replaying on every corner of his face.
That night you cried and cried your poor little heart out until you couldnât anymore. You learned that no matter how much you tried you would never be better then Damien⊠but you sure could try. If you couldnât get his attention by education then something else could. What if you saved a life ? Would that be good enough.
*
You bolted awake, standing up right. You breathing was labored and quick. it felt like you had just run a marathom not incldue how fast your heart was breaking, you swore you could feel it trying to escape from body, banging on your ribcage for exit.
Water. You needed water. Your mouth was dry, really dry.
You could barely speak before a glass of water magically apeaired infront of you. Taking it without any question you drank it all with aggressiveness. So aggresive infact that some of the water spilled on you but it didnât matter nor did you care, only to clech the thirst in your blood.
â whoa whoa whoa, calm down,looks like someone is thirstyâ you heard a soft chuckle along with it.
It sounded so familiarâŠso similar toâŠ
Your head snapped to the your side where a short haired woman sat.
â catwoman?â
Part 8?
