Chapter 9—

I feel as if all weight has disappeared in my body. Light as a feather. I take the metal from my hand and drop it in the air. I'll be joining it soon. Floating in the air. Descending.

"You're not really going to do it right?"

"I'm done Blaine."

"Kathryn…" He starts.

I take my steps, proceed to leave.

"Kathryn!" He screams and I hear his footsteps swiftly close in on me.

"Don't do it Kathryn. You can't." He pauses, "You shouldn't"

"Oh but I must."

I smile fondly at him and run my hand through his hair. I lean in and give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"It's too late. It's done. Don't forget me ok?"

And with that, I turn the doorknob and step out.

My body temperature has dramatically dropped. And I can feel the ice in my veins now, the frigidity of my soul. With one last shiver, I do the last graceful thing I'll ever do, I dive.

SLAM

ROLL

I can feel the scratches starting to form. A bump here and there. The blood oozing.

Why the fuck aren't I floating?

Instead, I feel a large pressure applied on every point of my body. Something is suffocating me.

Fuck, this hurted.

I groan in agony.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my back. Suddenly I feel lifted, weightless.

What the fuck.

I hear a raspy groan. Why does that sound familiar?

I opt to remain closing my eyes, preferring to see black than reality.

Someone is muttering incomprehensible words above me.

"Can't believe… stupid of… what the fuck… I'm going to kill Blaine…"

Motherfucker.

I focus on ignoring the pain. I fade out everything else as I prepare to raise hell on earth.

Elbow, slam, kick, hop, land.

Slight splays of blood appear on different locations of his body. Yet, he's still fucking gorgeous.

I am fuming.

"You had no right! No right. You BASTARD. I control myself, the things I do, who I date, who I dump, who I fuck with or over. You have ABSOLUTELY no say, ZERO impact. You forfeited that right. And most definitely have zero say on whether or not I can jump off a goddamn building."

He fumbles to stand. I kick him in the shin, hard. And he is once again groaning in pain. I am not even close to feeling satisfied.

"I AM NOT DONE VALMONT. I am so not done with you. You have absolutely no idea what I've gone through. How much it hurt after you left. I had let you in. Let you fucking in. Idiotic of me. Biggest mistake of my life. I let you piece back together all my broken jagged pieces. ONLY to have you break me all over again. Beyond repair. The blood I've shed trying to piece myself together only to get cut time and time again, reaching blindly around me like a fucking homeless person desperate for food at four am in the morning. Not being able to sleep because of the nightmares. I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS ANY LONGER. I can't. I'm too fucking broken Valmont. TOO FUCKING BROKEN. Too fucking…"

And I find myself unable to stand any longer, on the floor on fire.

"Kathryn, I don't give a fuck how fucking broken you are! I don't give a shit how many times you fucking start to castrate me, hit or kick me where it hurts. I'm not going to let you end your pathetic little life like this. You are not dying like this. I won't let you off the hook this easily. The Kathryn I know would rather cut off someone's balls off for the thrill of it than even be in this situation. She'd rather kill off a dozen assholes or bitches than jump. And I am just as fucked up as you are Kathryn. I've suffered just as much. I can feel everything you fucking feel. Two of a kind remember? You're the bitch and I'm the bastard. I'm ready to fight you Kathryn. I'm ready to fight you from jumping off this goddamn roof. Ready you little whore?"

And I find myself smirking before standing up.

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The End.