Page 11 of Risking the King


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I was gone.

I couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. And no one could hurt me.

But now I was—back.

“No, no, no. I don’t want to be here. I was gone. Not here. No, no, no.” I shut my eyes, trying to turn off the world, and go away.

Away from here.

Away from everywhere.

More voices filled the air. I didn’t care.

I never wanted to hear another voice.

I just wanted to float away.

Into nothingness.

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Giselle

Fucking misery.

That was the only way to describe this shit.

A bunch of fake, overly happy idiots waiting on me hand and foot.

What the hell was their problem, anyway?

And why couldn’t they leave me alone?

“You like this soup, honey. I made it especially for you.” Evie held out a spoon with the offending mush on it.

And, because I was a bitch, I knocked it out of her hand. “I’m not eating that shit! I told you to get it the fuck away from me. Now, leave! Are you deaf?” I shouted at my best friend.

Or more like former best friend.

She was on their side.

She wanted me to get better.

She wanted me to be happy.

Why didn’t she understand? She was my best friend. Why couldn’t she just leave me alone and let me wither up and disappear?

“Giselle, you have to eat.” Evie’s voice trembled, but I didn’t give one single fuck. I never asked her to come in here and try to force feed me disgusting shit.

“You can take your horrible food and shove it up your ass for all I care.” I turned over onto my other side. I managed to hold in the cry of pain that zinged through me.

Pain.

Always pain.

They wanted me to take pain pills.

I didn’t.

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