Helen cannot escape Taylor and her endless taunts.
Taylor cannot escape herself and the monster she has become.


9. 9:Helen-Free

I woke up in an empty Science classroom, with no idea why. I must have gone here then passed out. I heard nothing, no-one was nearby. I surprised myself by realising that I didn't care. I didn't care if she came after me, if she ripped me apart with her words. She could do what she wanted. I didn't care. I didn't care whether I lived or died, I didn't care whether I rotted in hell or just flashed out like a light bulb.

I reached into my bag and brought out my scissors. I knew what to do. What would let me leave, let me escapell;. I dragged the sharp edge along my wrist, bright beads of blood appearing in it's wake. I let the pain wash over me, consume me like a forest fire. I dragged it again, I was consumed by it, brought away from this world. I kept sliding, almost caressing, but not slashing. I realised now that it was an art, you had to do it gracefully or it wouldn't work, or the pain wouldn't erase me.

I shut my eyes and leant back, absorbing the clear feeling, clearing my mind, clearing everything about myself. I was a clean slate. I knew now, I was ready. Ready to leave behind the body I had been given, ready to leave the life I realised now that I had never wanted, ready to disappear.

I would fly, I would be free, I would soar away, away with no memories of this place they call life, the place that was my hell.

I brought the blade up to my neck and slowly stroked it across.

Moments flashed. Tears, smiles, tantrums, screams, laughs, cuts, voices, hugs, bruises, days, weeks, months, years.

Moments all building, building towards one moment. One that would end everything.

I brought the blade back up, pressed and slid.

Then I was gone. Gone from this life. Gone from everything.

I was free, truly free.

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