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January 4th, 2016
Bishop's Office
11:18 A.M.
EI've been here for six months and three weeks. Might as well say an even seven at this point.
I have no idea how Rachel has been doing this for five years and hasn't gone bat shit crazy.
"All I want to do is stab Andreas repeatedly."
Okay! we get it. She called out frustrated as she searched her mini apartment for something.
What are you looking for?
Calendar.
Rachel and I weren't able to spend Christmas together after doing drugs. They kept us apart for two weeks and it was miserable.
I had fallen into a depressive cycle. I didn't take my medication, my vitamins, nothing. I didn't eat.
I just sat in the shower for twenty minutes, wrapped the towel around myself then laid back in bed all day. My life just seemed empty without her. After the first week of my absent daily routine I became ill.
My stomach wouldn't ache but I would constantly be nauseous. When the maids came in to 'clean' the room the products they used seemed so much stronger.
It would start in my head then I'd end up leaning over the toilet completely sick, only throwing up the water I'd consumed throughout the days in bed from being so freakin' thirsty.
We were stuck here and they were keeping us apart, that motherfucker knew I wanted to take a golf club to his skull and while keeping us away from each other he also wasn't here.
Stuck in this hell hole with no way out.
When he did come by one night a few days ago I made sure to show him he'd fucked up beyond repair with this move.
I felt his lips on my neck and him slowly pumping in and out of me. It felt amazing but I've learned to not make any sound.
I sighed and looked over at the clock.
12:14 A.M.
"Did you just sigh?" I heard him say. He stopped kissing my neck and grabbed my face in his hand forcing me to look at him.
"I don't want you, you know that." He was already angry but my smartness comments made it worse.
"Stop with the fucking attitude." I rolled my eyes.
"Andreas just go please. Go fuck your fiancée"
"I'd rather be here with you." I tried pushing his hand off of me but he just gripped me tighter.
"I'm not discussing this with you. I'd rather fuck Trig than have you on top of me."
"I want us to go back to what we were." He admitted after a moment.
"That will never happen."
Wherever he went I had no idea nor did I care, he didn't finish and he left.
Marcus had disappeared again and that added on to the disappointment. Did he choose to leave? I had a feeling he was avoiding me.
After we were together for a few hours that night I wanted him to stay but I didn't know when Andreas would literally walk in so he didn't.
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Sanely Insane
Mystery / ThrillerIt's clear escaping is nearly impossible. This was not going to be my life. I refuse. I either give in and eventually die here, or die faster trying to escape. Fuck it, I'm going with the latter. Book I