Ana's therapist

Chapter 2

"No!" He exclaimed, his voice echoed in the dark classroom as he approached me.

Grabbing me by my arms and pulling me close to his hard chest, fear pumped in my veins as his touch burned my soul. His perfectly sculpted jaw clenched when he continued to speak.

"You little b***h, now we don't want daddy to know about her little daughter's addiction. Right?" He teased, his eyes reviewing mines and then I saw his eyes turning towards my lips.

I immediately gathered myself away from him when his forest-green orbs turned dark with lust...the only thing that disgusted me the most in this entire universe was stored in those.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow, leave me now." I commanded, I desperately wanted to play with him for a little more time but that feeling in his eyes forced me to stop playing games with Chase.

"Seems perfect," he replied, coming out from his world and pushing me away.

He took a step backward and then headed to the door, his hands reached out for the golden handle but he stopped for a moment.

"It was nice dealing with you, if you want anymore drugs you know who contact." the smirk playing on his lips was killing me from the inside and when he mentioned those words I just wanted to tear him into pieces to provide me with those harmful, poisonous drugs.

The damage was already done and now I was addicted to that, there was no going back, the path to my light was blocked, sealed with endless darkness that would never dare to finish.

"f**k off!" I whispered and in this cold dark room my whisper only echoed back to me. My hands wrapped themselves around my shoulders, giving them a warm rub before I left for my first class.

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The day had went faster than I expected, not sure why was this day easy to breathe in but the main reason was not seeing Roselia and her friends surrounded around me.

They might have been absent today. My mind confessed but I wasn't exactly sure about it.

Walking around the hallways, I got bitter stares from everyone, some people pushed pass by me while the other had pity in their eyes for me. It was normal to see this since my eyes were brimming with water, and everyone thought I was crying everyday but this wasn't the truth.

I never ever showed my tears, sorrows or anything to anyone, it wasn't in my dictionary to feel weak in front of anyone especially after those dirty childhood I have been through.

When I opened my locker, a golden tear shaped locket caught my sole attention. It was glistening inside, my first instinct was to look around for anyone that had been standing or was close to my locker but the hallway was clear, only some girls were found in the corner and I knew they wouldn't do this, they were to busy in their studies and books.

I pulled it out and stuffed my books inside, closing the locker. I headed out of the school while noticing the locket, circling it around my fingers and trying to figure out who would give me this precious thing because I needed to return it back to the person.

Just when I was going to step out of the school along with everyone else, someone had dragged me inside an another dark room.

The deadly, painful grip on my hair was screaming for a release. I screamed to grabs someone's attention but my voice was so low that no one even dared to look back.

My head was thrown to the wall and as I stumbled upon it, I took my chance to notice the person and only figure out it was Rosalie. Her brown hair was cascaded to a side, some of her baby fangs fell down her face and her lips curled up into a wide smile as she folded her hands on her chest. Pushing her chest out.

"What do you want?" I cried out, rubbing my forehead that was shrieking out with extreme pain. A sob released from me as she slapped me across my face, my burning cheeks collapsed on the glass tiles.

"Is that the way to talk to me?" She asked, I shook my head as tears spilled out of them. I couldn't speak in this, I wasn't allowed to stop her from hurting me beacuase if I ever did that she would expose me to the world.

She would say everyone that thing I had it hidden for years especially from my parents.

She nodded and kneeled down to me, caresses my cheeks with her soft hands. "Get me thousand dollars by tonight or else I'll bruise you from the top to the bottom." She whispered in my ears before giving me a small slap on my cheeks that didn't hurt an ounce but the stinging sensation from before was alive.

Soon her existence was out of the room and I too carried my self out. Cleaning my tears and calming my soul not to blood the bath tub back home but no today I was bound to and I will.

I was tired of making baby cuts on my thighs and wrists, they weren't even painful anymore. I would do that, I will fill my room with blood, lots and lots of blood.