Alone in the basement

Why this phrase didn't want to go away of her head?
His voice vibrated and rumbled in her mind.
There was no way to escape.
Alone in the basament, meg didn't move from her position.
She didn't want and however she was too weak to do it.
She could feel the fever raise again: the pills effect was ending, and the dizziness, the cold and the pain were coming back.
Plus, there was the pain in the hand: she looked at it, at the bandages: she didn't knew even what he put on her hand...
"He hasn't to tell me... i'm a worm... he treated me like a worm... what else i could be?"
She loosen the bandages, not because she was actually curious: she was really convinced that she would find a W, but the bandages were becoming annoying and useless.
And she couldn't help but stare surprised at the mark when the bandages fell on the floor.
A VP.
Why a VP?
She sobbed.
What was it?
Why?
Wasn't he tired to play with her?
"Why can't i just die now, in this moment?"
The pain was too big for her.
No.
Not the fever.
Not the nausea.
Not the hand.
It was her heart.
The pieces of her heart.


She sobbed, she couldn't help with it.
While new tears were crossing silently her cheecks.
She hadn't cry in years, before to meet him.
She hadn't cry for her fucked life.
She had refused to focus on how much her life suckes.
She wanted to pretend that always was alright.
And she could.
But then....
Then he wanted to stay with her.
And not only for the sex.
He wanted to know about her past.
And wanted to talk to the real her.
And to break her masks.
And pretended to love her.
And to care for her.
And she...
she had to know that it was just a game.
That she was just a whore.
And that he wanted just have fun.


SHUT UP! SHU UP! SHUT UP!
The last thing that i need is you!
I don't wanna talk.
There's nothing to talk about.
I've talked even too much.
And now, look at me.
I'm... broken.


With tears in her eyes Meg stared at the mark on her hand.
She sobbed again, then her glance of desperation turned in anger.
A VP.
It had no sense.
It was so unfair.
Everything was so unfair.
Unright.
Wrong.
With fury, the nails of the right hand rushed on the mark, penetrating and scratching the skin, mutilating the mark.
She screamed for the pain, while the blood slipped on the floor


It could even be right.
And after all, it could be a way to escape: at least her mind could.
But, no: she was still there.
Still mentally sane.
While her body wasn't.
She could feel again the bloid in her mouth.

My only hope is that this pain won't last for long...

"Why have you done this?"
she couldn't help but whisper in a broken voice

ooc: awwwwww oh my Meg

How much time was passed? Meg didn't know: all in her mind was so blurred...
The fever rose again and now she was burning again, and trembling because of the cold but she barely could notice it.
She was so weak... so weak...
Hallucinations and bad memories was invading her mind: her past at the whore house, her past at the college, but expecially John. John was always there, she couldn't avoid his image.
Always there, but always so far from her...
She hadn't anymore even the voice to call him, to pray him, nor tears to cry: her cheeks were wet, but she wasn't cry anymore. She had just finished her tears.
Curled up on herself, she wanted all it to end, she wanted at least fall asleep but she was trapped in that state that wasn't nor awake nor asleep.
But then...
Then suddenly she started to cough.
The blood invaded her mouth and stained her hands and her dress.
Meg trembled stronger.
She couldn't stop to cough.
More blood than usual.
She was feeling an unspeakable pain in her chest.
And in a couple of minute she started to feel the lack of air...

OOC: Meg, I forbide you to die.

ooc: awww!!! Eric you're so kind!!! *huggles*
but don't worry, Meg won't die alone in the basament XD

(OOC: Meg ;_; this is so heartbreaking! So sad, villian why don't you help her? And put her somewhere else than in a basement )

[ooc: Put her with NAVEEENNNNNNNN!!!!! ]

ooc: Meg don't you die on me girl!!