Chapter 157: Memories Buried Deep
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HEATHER'S SECOND WEIRD & UNKNOWN ACCOUNT WHEN UNDER HYPNOSIS
It is alright if she dies, what more is there to hold on to after everything that has happened.
A beer in her hand, a cigarette on her lips, tears in her eyes and voices in her head, pale lips, dry and sore throat. Her eyes were red from crying and she looked so thin because of hunger and malnourishment.
She stared out through the window of a small one room apartment, the dingy and run-down apartment is hers. It contains both her best and worst of her memories.
It was cool that she still had the apartment with her at the moment even though the landlord had been yelling at her to evacuate or she would come and help her throw her stuff out the next day.
What was left in the room in the first place, she would not do much of a job when she comes next, it would be easy to pack this nonsense away.
It was not like the room was the best but it provided good shelter against rain at times like this where the rain couldn't fall, thunder flashed lighting up the room, making the peeled wall more visible.
She moved herself a bit and hissed when the can of cold beer rubbed against her wound, the cuts and scratches.
Right. She had been cutting and found herself scratching herself, wishing for death every single second, the air she breathed had become too much of a burden to her and she just wanted to let go, her skin started to itch again, so she scratched it.
Yes. She was ready to let it all go, the landlord shouldn't worry herself about her resisting him when he comes the next day because death would have already embraced her, hell couldn't be worse than what she is going through, in fact it would be better.
She recounted all the things that happened to her lately and felt sad laughter bubble out of her throat, she quickly chugged down some beer to reduce the soreness and dryness.
Just a few months ago, she had a job, a boyfriend, her friends and her small apartment. It wasn't like she was having the best of her life but it was definitely not the worst and she was still hopeful. She had her fun too and the memories brought a smile to her lips.
Memories, she thought, are your best friend and worst enemy, once it starts working against you, you are fighting a lost battle. I am sure that it is an enemy's weapon against me though.
It is working right because it has destroyed her to the last bit.
She had a job as a waitress at a small restaurant, but she lost her job because she was accused of stealing money from the restaurant. The key was left with her the previous day and they came the next day to find the whole place looted. She didn't have any explanation even though she didn't steal it, she made them check the CCTV camera and saw a man in black, he used a mask and face cap, his stature was none like anyone that she recognized but people insist that she was in it with the criminal.
She was forced to pay the money, fired from her job, dragged to the prison but no one came for her, she left the prison after two weeks and discovered that it was her boyfriend that planned all what was happening to her. Her friend had gone ahead and claimed some scholarship she had been aiming for in order to go to college and told the board that she was a thief who was now in prison.
No job, no boyfriend, no friends, all she had was her dingy apartment that is not a thing to be proud of, then the landlord sent a message to her asking her to evacuate the apartment if she doesn't pay the rent.
She started looking for a job to and fro. She was desperate and ready to do any job, so she was eager to go when she heard that there were some prim and rich gentlemen in town looking for young ladies to work at the house of a young master as a maid.
She went there and they took her to the mansion, only for her to be raped by the jerks, they were three.
And yes, she had been scammed. They were not looking for any maid, just a beautiful, poor and helpless woman to have fun with, they made a video of their indecent acts and sent it to their friends.
She went back to her apartment, and for some reason, the news had reached the whole neighborhood. She was thoroughly stigmatized till she couldn't go outside to do anything.
Then some guys came into her apartment and she was robbed of the little she had and ganged raped, it was easy for them to do, their reason was that it won't hurt a lot since she had been raped before.
Outside, there were bad memories, and here inside the room, were her worst memories.
She spiraled into depression and had nightmares every night, death started looking more interesting to her and she started loving the feel of blades slicing her wrist. She derives the feeling of ecstasy from the tingling feeling she gets when she does it.
Her body doesn't feel comfortable again, she doesn't feel like it is her body anymore, it disgust her a lot.
She wants to be out of the place, that is the only thing that can satisfy her and she is ready to allow it.
In unsteady steps, she made her way out of her apartment, she closed the door behind her after staring at it for the last time, this is the last time that she would see the place, and she would make sure of it.
She stared down from the top floor of the small duplex and smiled in relief as the rain eased the itch she felt on her skin after glancing at the room.
She moved closer to the edge and stared down with a smile on her face. The ground isn't too far, she would have loved it if she had a skyscraper to jump down from, but it would get the job done very well, so, no worries.
With a blissful expression, she took a step forward in the air as if she was ready to work in the air and the smile remained on her face as she fell into the arm of death, she could feel her head hitting the ground and blood seeping out but she could only feel pleasure from the pain.
No more worries or foes, just the firm fact that no one would save her.
She chose the quietest night.
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Two women came down from the car that was parked just a few feet away from where Miranda was, they were both in leather clothes and used a face mask, they looked around and saw that there was no one in sight.
'Is she dead?" A woman asked.
'I am not sure about that but the possibility that she is alive or dead is fifty percent to me, I am not deciding anything," the second woman replied.
'If she is just alive, let's just hope that she don't turn to idiot who can't function anymore,"
'The bitch is so fucking weak! Who commit suicide these days anymore, they just pack up and change community out of the blue, and they drop out of the surface of the earth like it is nothing."
'Just like our dear friend did?"
'Yes, I think she is dead too now, after all they are both weak."
They stopped in front of the body sprawled in front of the duplex in the pool of the woman's blood, she was losing blood so much and one of the women scoffed in annoyance while the second one shook her head in irritation.
One of the women bent down and removed the shirt the unconscious or perhaps, dead girl was wearing, leaving her in her singlet and wrapped it around her bleeding head tightly.
'Let's get her to the car." She said and they both sprang into action, carrying her to the backseat of their limousine and used the seatbelt on her.
'Full speed. I won't allow her to die. At least not until she fulfills a mission for me, until then, she must hold on." The woman said to the one in the driver seat and she nodded before stepping on the brake and speeding off the quiet and poor neighborhood, the sky rumbling as the left, the rain washing away the blood that stained the street, erasing any evidence of someone's possible death in front of the duplex.
