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Samuel
My father is a maniac. He drugged me and kidnapped me, flown me home, naked in our private jet and now I’m being forced to wed the psychotic man, Shawn and his girlfriend Amy later today. I have no choice. If I want my trust fund, it’s an agreement that I marry them both. Only then, then the money is mine.
I don’t want the money. I don’t want Shawn or Amy. I want Jamison and my heart breaks without him. I’m so freaking depressed. I don’t want this and its emotionally beating on me. I’m crying in my room, locked door and not answering to anyone either by my cell phone or knocking on the door.
I hide in my bathroom connected to my room. I’m so upset, so drained on fighting my family for my own sanity and happiness. So emotional, mentally and physically drained. I can’t take anymore. I just can’t.
My family has beaten me down and pulled me away from the only one thing that has truly made me happy, Jamison, and now I’ve been told that he no longer wants me. I don’t understand why. We were laying in each other’s arms. We were in our animal forms together. We made love in our human forms. I love him and we are mates.
I grab the bottle of whisky I stole from my father’s office earlier, strip down to naked and turn on the shower as hot as I can take it. Waiting for the water to heat, I grab the shaving blade as well, and enter the shower. I sit on the floor and allow the water to drench over my head and body. I can’t feel the tears fall from my eyes because of the water spray. But that’s okay, because I’m numb anyway over everything that’s happened over the past few months.
I’ve lost everything. My love for Jamison, my life and my family are only tormenting me to marry without love, there is nothing for me. I know that relationship will only be forced, in and out of the bedroom. He’s already told me that.
I unscrew the cap to the whisky and slam back a few gulps and feel the burn, sputtering between the burn and water in my face. I turn so I won’t have the water in my face and swallow a few more gulps of the liquid poison I’m putting in my body. I’m not a drinker, never liked the stuff.
As a shifter, I’ve been told we can’t get drunk unless we consume it, and fast. We have superb healing but for what I have in mind, I’m hoping my body will be so consumed with the whisky, it won’t be able to heal me fast enough.
I gulp some more of the whisky, glance at what’s left and decide to drink more. I can feel the effects of the liquor now and feel woozy sitting here on the shower floor. Now is the time to do what I need to do.
I grab the blade, extend the blade from the handle and slowly slice a few lines across each wrist. It stings, and I pull the blade harder and deeper. I drop the blade after a bit and drink more of the whisky.
I’m getting lightheaded from seeing the red blood dripping from my body, the red crimson swirling down my legs, to the shower floor and down the drain. That’s me there, literally going down the drain. My life, I’m always going down the drain. My life, loves, my whole life is so fucked up and it’s a swirl of emotions I can’t handle anymore.
I drink, no...I guzzle the whisky until I can’t anymore and notice the bottle is empty. I can’t hardly sit here without tipping over. My eyes are fuzzy, so I guess my idea and plan is working. I grab the blade again, press it to my wrist, harder, deeper and see the red ooze from me for the last time before I pass out on the shower floor.
