bocadelinferno
I was running, everything was flying past me so fast. Why?
"Come back here bitch!" I heard the yelling and I pushed further. I had to get away from him but my body was shaking so hard I felt like I would trip any moment.
And then it happened, I ran into an alley, a dead end. I noticed the tears running down my face and I felt him walk up behind me.
"Poor little Dawnie, big sis isn't here to protect you is she?" I closed my eyes wishing him away, he wasn't here. He couldn't be here.
"Go away." I cried.
"Go Away" he mocked back. I turned around to face him. A face I barely knew. Why was he here, what did I ever do to him? He was dead, so long ago.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, trying to gain control of my emotions. I tried to remember what Buffy had taught me about controlling my emotions, channeling them into something positive.
He walked towards me slowly and before I knew it his fist was in my gut and I was doubled over in pain.
"Because Dawnie. He was mine." He sneered down at me and pulled a gun out of his pocket. Tara's cold body flashed in my mind and I wanted to be sick.
"I don't know what your talking about." I choked out finally.
"He was mine. I controlled what he did. I was all he cared about. Do you know what that kind of power is like?" I pointed the gun at my chest.
I was frozen in fear.
"Of course you do, because you have it now. You stole him from me. The stupid ass would hang on the word of a donkey if it showed any interest in him. Don't think your special Dawn. You're not special. You’re convenient.”
I shook my head and closed my eyes.
This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening.
“He’s never killed for you has he Dawn? Cause He killed his best friend just because I told him to. Doesn’t it make you wonder if I could get him to kill again?”
He pointed the gun at my face. Tears were pouring down my face.
“Maybe I’ll get rid of you a better way than doing it myself.” He grinned wickedly at me and I shook my head.
“You don’t know him anymore. If you ever really did.”
His eyes looked like they turned to fire and he hit me across the face with the barrel of the gun.
I lurched up from my bed, my body was covered with sweat and my jaw was hurting. I lifted my hand to my face and felt a warm liquid meet my finger tips.
I turned my light on and looked at my hand covered in blood.
“Warren …”
"Come back here bitch!" I heard the yelling and I pushed further. I had to get away from him but my body was shaking so hard I felt like I would trip any moment.
And then it happened, I ran into an alley, a dead end. I noticed the tears running down my face and I felt him walk up behind me.
"Poor little Dawnie, big sis isn't here to protect you is she?" I closed my eyes wishing him away, he wasn't here. He couldn't be here.
"Go away." I cried.
"Go Away" he mocked back. I turned around to face him. A face I barely knew. Why was he here, what did I ever do to him? He was dead, so long ago.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, trying to gain control of my emotions. I tried to remember what Buffy had taught me about controlling my emotions, channeling them into something positive.
He walked towards me slowly and before I knew it his fist was in my gut and I was doubled over in pain.
"Because Dawnie. He was mine." He sneered down at me and pulled a gun out of his pocket. Tara's cold body flashed in my mind and I wanted to be sick.
"I don't know what your talking about." I choked out finally.
"He was mine. I controlled what he did. I was all he cared about. Do you know what that kind of power is like?" I pointed the gun at my chest.
I was frozen in fear.
"Of course you do, because you have it now. You stole him from me. The stupid ass would hang on the word of a donkey if it showed any interest in him. Don't think your special Dawn. You're not special. You’re convenient.”
I shook my head and closed my eyes.
This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening.
“He’s never killed for you has he Dawn? Cause He killed his best friend just because I told him to. Doesn’t it make you wonder if I could get him to kill again?”
He pointed the gun at my face. Tears were pouring down my face.
“Maybe I’ll get rid of you a better way than doing it myself.” He grinned wickedly at me and I shook my head.
“You don’t know him anymore. If you ever really did.”
His eyes looked like they turned to fire and he hit me across the face with the barrel of the gun.
I lurched up from my bed, my body was covered with sweat and my jaw was hurting. I lifted my hand to my face and felt a warm liquid meet my finger tips.
I turned my light on and looked at my hand covered in blood.
“Warren …”