Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Defeat

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Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Angst - Published: 2013-09-11 - Updated: 2013-09-11 - 559 words
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The in flooding lights caused my eyelids to heavily opened. My bones felt weak and fragile. My breathing seemed almost course and slow and shook my body to a nervous beat.
I shoved my head forward and felt the risk of heaving up whatever substance could be inside of me. I coughed feeling bile rise to the surface, only to have coughing fit ensue.
I couldn't even begin to understand what my body was going through or where I was. I felt binds on my hands and legs, ensuring I wouldn't leave from the chair I was positioned in, only to increase the discomfort and unfamiliarity of my own body.

My vision started to blur further and couldn't seem to adjust. How long have I been here?

"Hello, my dear." I heard a chilling, calm voice peek near me. It sounded similar, something fragile yet smooth.

I shook a little in the ropes so tightly around my wrists and ankles as a response. I couldn't see and I felt vulnerable. Who was there?

I sensed his body get closer and I felt alarm rush over my body. My vision started to clear and I could make out the contours of his face.
"G-Gerard..."

"Why hello there!" He said sadistically.

Gerard was someone from my past who I could never forgive or ever forget. From the first moments we ever spoke in high school to the fist fights that soon followed. Our constant bickering became more violent and ran deeper into my brain. I was obsessed with his demise, I wanted to see his flesh be torn, I wanted to see him cry.

I hated him. My vision of revenge though ruined me. He ruined me. My life was a mess of strong urges that I heavily acted on. I was so unstable. My family faltered to drug abuse and bad habits yet I always seemed to be the most weak minded of them all. I let my hatred consume me.

And here I am, completely vulnerable to my worst enemy. Was there even a point anymore? He's going to win, I'm going to die. He's going to destroy me, but really was there anything else he could take away from me?

I was already here, this is it. This is defeat. He's going to humiliate and take everything he can.

I looked down, my eyes drained and dry. I couldn't cry if I wanted to. My head pounded and I felt him clutch onto my shoulder. The pressure of his finger was piercing the space behind my bones. I winced and looked into his light hazel eyes that were glimmering with his oh so dazzling smile. "Oh look whose on top now, princess, I'm going to make sure you don't forget a moment of our time together tonight."

I felt my body numb, I wanted to beg for death. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to just be away from this situation. Desperation was not so foreign to me yet I couldn't say a word.
He got closer to my face, taking hold of my thick, wavy hair. "You must understand, I'm going to leave you alive but I'm going to make sure I do everything in my power to break you." He said with some smirk that left me feeling nauseous.

A smirk I knew all too well.
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