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I turned around and started walking away. I did not want to see him anymore. He did not follow me, and I did not want him to. I went home, stripped off the clothes, and hid under the covers, trying to stop the tremors that constantly rocked my body.
Unexpectedly, sleep came early. I was not expecting to fall into unconsciousness, but my body was extremely exhausted. I fell into a deep slumber and once again, without a fail, the dreams or memories rocked me.
The fear and torment came flooding back. Solomon haunted my being and screams consumed me. When I woke up in the middle of the night I was covered in sweat and my body would not stop shaking.
With darkness clouding my mind and not seeing any light, that night I made a drastic decision.
I did not want to live anymore.
I was exhausted, unable to sleep, unable to have any feeling of peace inside me. I wanted to get away from it all. I wanted it all to go away. I still remembered the feeling that I had gotten when Elijah had thrown me down from the tower. That was the feeling I craved. Freedom.
So I stood up, opened my door, and walked out. I went down the elevators and walked down the road. The night air felt cold to my skin, the shorts and camisole top I wore barely gave any relief. Barefoot, not really caring about what was happening around me, I walked down the road, and then the sandy path, realizing I had come to the beach.
I saw the deep blue, and darkness of the sea, realizing and literally craving for the relief it was going to give me. Endless peace perhaps. Those screams will stop then. I will not see that horror again. I will not experience the helplessness again.
So I took my first step and then it did not feel hard anymore. I was not really thinking anything. I did not want to. The darkness was a welcomed relief. Taking each step felt like getting closer to heaven.
So I took more steps, walking forward until My feet did not reach the surface anymore, and my head got submerged under the water. The survival instinct kicked in, and I fought against the waves with my hands and legs, but I did not know how to swim, so in the end, I gave myself up.
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I coughed heavily, the water slipping out of my lips, hurting my lungs from the excruciating pain. Confused and disoriented, I kept on coughing with my eyes closed, my chest contracting painfully. When the coughing subsided, and I opened my eyes.
I was hunched over on my knees on the corner of a road, wet, droplets of water dripping from my clothes and hair. I was trying to breathe, but with water filling up my lungs, it was hard. Then I realized that there was a hand holding my hair back. The hold was gentle, the grip soft.
When I lifted up my head, I found Elijah sitting on his his knees in front of me, his eyes full of worry and face harsh. It was hard to explain what he was feeling at that moment, but it was not anything good certainly.
And when the conscious started coming back along with the memories of what I had done, I pushed his hand away and scrambled to stand on my feet, my body still trembling.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice not clear but loud enough for him to hear.
He stood up from the ground, he was wet as well, I noticed, dripping with water just like me.
His eyes were shooting daggers at me, his face filled with fury, "What the hell did you just do, Ally?" he muttered through clenched teeth, his body was trembling, I did not know if it was in anger or something else, "WHAT THE f**k WERE YOU JUST TRYING TO DO?"
Ignoring him, I turned looked around the area. It was still dark, there was no one around, but it was highway so some vehicles were driving on the street, big trucks and fast moving cars.
Turning around, I started walking away. I did not know where I wanted to go, but certainly nowhere near this bastard.
I had just taken a few steps when Elijah appeared in front of me. His eyes had turned pitch black,
"Where are you running off to?" he roared, and I flinched immediately, more in surprise than in fear. I did not answer, I did not need to. I did not owe anything to him.
Turning on my heals, I started walking in opposite direction, my body was freezing. This time I took faster steps, I knew it was useless but it did not matter to me, I had just reached a corner of four ways highway road when he grabbed my arm from behind and flipped me to face him,
"What the f**k is wrong with you?!" he shouted furiously, his body had started turning into his incubus form, his claws had come out, his face had started changing, and it was just a matter of time before he was ready to change completely in the middle of the road, "Did you just try to commit suicide? I can not f*****g believe you just tried to kill yourself! What would have happened if I was not there to save you?!"
I took a trembling breath in before whispering, "I did not ask you to save me. Get out of my way."
He didn't.
So I sidestepped and tried to walk around him, he was quick to catch up to me. And with that, I was right around the corner of the road, trying to walk past him.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" Elijah roared, "Was not it enough for you to kill me?"
I was so emotionally unstable that I did not even want to look up at him. But as soon as the words left his mouth, I staggered back on my feet like I had been hit.
I choked back on my tears, and met his gaze as I whispered, "I hate you."
And as soon as the words left my mouth, a loud sound of a horn pierced my ears, and lights blindsided me as a car swirled around the corner unsteadily, hitting me.
The pain was a welcome relief as I felt myself drowning in the silence of the cold night with blood leaking down on the road from my body.
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