will you make me your's?

Regret in the shadows

s**t!

Shit!

I gasp softly my hands shaking as I come eye to eye with dark eyes staring right through my soul they were bottomless and unreadable holding something dark and knowing in them.

His hair contrasted sharply with his eyes a dark silver gray hair which was thick and tousled effortlessly perfect. His face was unfairly handsome, the kind that made people stare too long. A strong angular jawline and sharp cheekbones.

His skin was smooth stretched taut over his muscles with a slight tan that made him look refined. His muscles were monstrous huge and impossibly defined. His hands were massive with veins snaking down his biceps. His chest was a solid wall of muscle rising and falling with each breath he took.

He was a sight to look at, intimidating but unforgettable and if we had met in different circumstances I would have pressed my legs tight together at his sight.

His annoyingly beautiful feature aren't what made me gasp though. It was the sharp piece of blade held against the neck of someone else who looked terrified frail and trembling.

I don’t know what happened between them I don’t even want to know but I cant seem to lift my legs and sprint.

My legs are failing me and I stand here absolutely frozen in fear. What to do? What to do? I couldn’t even draw my eyes away from the man holding the blade. And my mind seemed to go on reboot and my heart beat furiously against my ribs increasing by the minute if that was even possible.

With a sickening splosh sound blood from the frail man spluttered all across the pavement and onto the handsome face of the muscular one staining even his white shirt red

He let go off his neck his body falling to the ground with a thud. Blood was spluttering from is neck pooling on the floor around him he was gurgling and chocking on his own blood. And then, he stopped breathing all together.

He killed him.

He just killed someone run Ama!

Run, run ruuuun!

But I couldn’t I could not bring myself to even move.

I was not even breathing let alone running. I was gasping for breath I could not breath. I clawed at my throat willing myself to draw in oxygen but I couldn't.

"You are nothing you piece of s**t you took my life away from me I do not love you I wish you were never born. I wish you were dead."

Those words echoed right through me over the years. They tore deeper than all the glasses my mother had used over the years to tear at my skin.

And with each time they were told they seemed to tear even deeper than the last one.

My mother had told me the same words with every opportunity she got. Which was a lot and she seemed to enjoy what they did to me. How broken I looked everytime.

With time I started to believe her. I started to wish I was dead. I was worthless and was just a burden to her.

A mistake she said. It was imprinted on my mind because of the multiple times I had heard it and each and every time it shattered me leaving me wishing for death more almost killing myself just to relieve my mother of the burden. I just wanted it all to stop, all of it.

I was so in my head that I did not hear the breaking of the bottle of alcohol she had in her hand. I didn't see her take the sharpest blade and did not see her charging towards me. I realized too late there and was no way I could dodge it.

A sharp pain cut right through my body and shook me to the core. The pain was too much to bear that I fell to the ground with a thud another scar layered over the others. A deep cut right cross my stomach above my waist blood oozing from it and onto the carpet below me. I was struggling to breathe and my vision was blurry.

My mother realizes what she has done that she has maybe gone too farand seems to sober up for moment crying hysterically holding me a look of regret and guilt in her eyes as tears fell from her eyes.

I wondered why she felt bad I was the burden and she would be better off if I died anyway. The damage was done already no use crying over it now.I tried smiling at her it was my fault not hers I ruined her life.

"Breathe easy now breathe christ sake you are okay breathe." A far away voice was telling me the voice soothing and comforting me through my pain.And then all I could see was black a black void and I liked it was endless and peaceful and no one could hurt me here I wanted to stay here . "

No, no, no. Wake up goddammit." Someone said in a rough voice the same comforting voice shaking me violently as if afraid of something.

I felt the urge to reach out to tell them that it was better off this way because I was safe here. But I also wanted to see the face bearing the face bet it was handsome.