บท 10: Part X
Like a sudden heavy flood, fear washes over me shaking me to my roots as I stare at this new Dylan in front of me. I move away from him, only for me to fall on the floor, hitting my butt hard but not really feeling any pain as the only thing on my mind is how to get away from this beast.
He gets up and looks at me menacingly, standing on all fours on the bed with a sharp sinister smile on his face, exposing his newly developed fangs.
I scurry away, my back hitting the bathroom door and I get up quickly, forcing my shaky hands to twist the knob open but failing woefully as I hear a low growl and before I could turn around, he rams into me, tackling me to ground painfully and scratching my arms with his claws as I try to pry free from his hold. His heavy weight pinning me to the ground, limiting my movement. I scream in agony as the scratches become deeper and painful as the seconds pass, blood oozing out from my arms, the saltiness of my tears filling up my mouth. His loud growls and my ear screeching screams is loud enough to create awareness but I don't see Jake or Betty anywhere. I need to get away, anyway I can.
"Dylan please", I say between sobs, not even recognizing my own voice. His only response is piercing his fingers deep into my skin, raising me up in the air like a small puppy and throwing me across the room, my head hitting the wall just beside the mirror and dresser. I fall to the ground, feeling pain all over my body, my head becoming heavy and fuzzy. I look up and see him coming over to me.
"No no no no no", I whisper vigorously shaking my head but not being able to move much. All too soon, he gets to me and pulls me up by my hair, looking me in the eye and I shout in agony. Dylan. Where's Dylan. The man I married would never willingly raise his voice at me, he's not violent or aggressive. Who's this beast in from of me? Where did my Dylan go? I kick my legs, trying to punch him even though it feels like self torture with the burning pain in my arms, trying to free myself but it only makes his grip on my hair tighten, tripling the pain.
"Dylan", I say as I look into his eyes, deep into his eyes, "I know you're in there somewhere and-", he cuts me off with a low threatening growl, pulling my hair even harder.
"I still love you Dylan", I say again, my voice really hoarse and deep from the pain and crying. His eyes keep changing colours from a blood red color resembling that of my reflection in the mirror earlier to a forest green, my Dylan's eyes. It's like an inner battle between Dylan and this beast.
He strikes me hard across the face with his other hand, his claws leaving blood filled scratches in it's wake, causing me to cry out.
This is really painful, too painful. But I can't give up on him, at least not so soon.
"You're hurting me Dylan, I thought you loved me" I say with all the strength I could muster up and he drops me to the ground, growling and kicking the chair, dresser, bed in anger and frustration causing everything to scatter abroad. Except the bed that only moves a little.
The contents in the dresser scatter across the room as he kicks it, sending the golden key flying, my eyes following it, not looking away for a second. It falls right in front of the wardrobe and I release a sigh of relief.
The beast comes at me again, looking really fierce and frightening.
"Stop!!!", I shout at the top of my voice, not knowing where the strength came from but grateful for it. Fortunately, it stops moving, breathing really heavily, looking at me menacingly releasing a dark and fearful aura. This is my chance, I have to at least try something.
"Fight Dylan. Or you'll die you coward!!! Resist that beast and come out if you truly love me damn it. You said we can get through this right? Then why aren't you freaking trying to-!!"
Before I can go any further, he grabs my neck so quick I didn't see him move.
The seconds tick by and his grip gets tighter, seeping the life out of me painfully, looking into my grief stricken eyes.
"I love you Dylan", I cough out while scratching weakly at his hard skin, so tough I doubt he'd feel a thing from my finely manicured fingers.
Suddenly, he drops me to the ground again and I fall like a big bag of potatoes. I try to keep my eyes open but it's too hard, my breathing slows down and I feel myself drifting off into a pain induced haze. A sweet darkness calling onto me. I should just sleep for a while, only for a short while.
In a thick unsettling darkness, I try to find the tiniest bit of light to no avail. Not even sure if my eyes are closed or open, I feel myself drowning in a thick mist, drowning or soaring, I cannot tell. It feels like my somewhat paralyzed body is suspended in air.
Am I dead? Is this what death looks like? But I don't want to die. I can't die now. I still have a lot to do. Dylan, I cannot stay this way without him forever. I have to live. I need to live. Slowly, I can feel my body coming back to me, my fingers move slightly and my legs jerk a little. I try to pry my eyes open but it stays stuck that way.
A little cold starts to come over me, little by little it gets colder and all of a sudden, I feel ice chilling water on my face and my eyes open immediately to Dylan standing over me lying on the bed. What just happened? I can feel a little wetness on my neck and chest, an empty cup in Dylan's hand telling me the source. So I'm alive? Is this really Dylan or the beast? Without thinking twice, I jump out of the bed, trying to run into the bathroom but fall to the ground shamefully.
"Hey", he says trying to come close but I only scurry away backwards into the wall, "I know how you feel but it's really me this time.
My eyes widen in realization and I run into his arms, looking for comfort which he gives as usual.
"I'm sorry", he sobs into my neck, reigniting the pain from the strangling and I flinch in reflex.
He moves back confused then looks away in shame when he realises.
"I'm really sorry baby" he says with too much guilt in his voice and eyes. Taking his hand in mine, I sit on the bed with him beside me, my whole body aching, the scratch on my arms red and hurting. my face burns as I try to smile.
"It's not your fault, you tried your best and you made it out", I say encouragingly.
"What if-", his voice cracks and he tries visibly hard to stop the tears from falling, "what if you had d-"
"Shhh," I cut him off knowing exactly what he's about to say, " I didn't. and that's what matters now."
He only looks at me with eyes that show too much emotion: love, guilt, sadness, fear and even more.
"Here", he says and reaches for his pocket, bringing out the key and putting it in my palm. "Don't let go of it anymore". I nod and put it in my front pockets like a weapon, feeling a little bit protected with it.
"We can get through this," he says with his eyes peering into mine, "Together"
"Yeah", I nod slightly, my body still aching, "we can."
he reaches in for a kiss and just as our lips are about to touch, we're interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
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