I wake up gasping for air, the violent sounds of screams circle my mind.

I inhale and exhale, repeating these actions till my heart beat slows.

My heart drops as I see the familiar bars of the pack cells.

I close my eyelids tightly, then open them wishing I was in a dream.

Hoping I was in Jason's arms, cuddling up in bed.

Feeling his warmth around me, making me feel safe.

Him shushing me, telling me everything's okay.

And that no one will hurt me, cause he was there.

Dreaming Vincent wasn't here. Who ever he was, what he was I just wasn't safe around him.

I look around my body, feeling disgusted as I see the brusies and cuts severely placed around me.

Who would ever like me now? Who would ever like a girl who looks like this?

Has no meaning or purpose to life.

I'm not worth caring.

Maybe, just maybe. Vincent was right.

I deserve this torture for living, I deserve this torture for breathing.

I wish, Vincent would just come back
and end this because if he wont.

Maybe I will.

The only person that's ever really cared about me is Jason. Oh and guess what?

He's in a coma, because of stupid me.

What if he never wakes up? It's all my fault.

I pull my knees toward me, resting my head on my knees I sob.

Knowing this won't make a difference, just showing and proving how weak I really am.

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I've been missing out on Eliza's feeling's recently.

So basically, this is a whole chapter on her feelings.

I promise something will happen from chapter 25-27.

I'm so excited.

Guys, who think's I should carry on after chapter 30?