Survived Me: a Shatter Me fan-fiction (Warnette)

Chapter 115 - Teaming

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Kidnapping
Trauma
Blood
Violence (in vivid detail)
Injury detail
Murder
Hostage
Abuse
Talk of abuse
Talk of neglect
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JULIETTE'S POV:

I force my eyes open, making sure that I don't miss anything that Annie is doing, so I know what exactly she plans to do.
I don't have a clue how long I've been in this room, I haven't seen or heard anything or anyone for the whole duration of time I've been here. I assume that I've been in this room for about five hours, but that likelihood is that I am wrong.

"Ah, sister." I hear, my eyes focusing on the statue that is now in the room. My sleep deprivation must have caused me to fall asleep with my eyes open. "You aren't looking your best, are you?" She laughs a sickening cackle.

I blink my eyes several times over, causing my vision to come back, still very blurry though. "Annie, what's happening?"

"I'm going to kill you, that's what's happening." Annie strolls around the room, clearly wallowing in her accomplishment. Oh how I wish I could wipe that look of her face.

"Annie, you think I'm the reason that your life isn't as good as it was, I get that!" I say.

"No." She cuts me off. "I don't think, I know!" She pulls a knife out of one of her boots, holding it in her right hand, as she continues to pace back and forth, never letting her eyes trail off of me. "This isn't a mere misunderstanding, no, this is facts and knowledge!"

I haven't the slightest clue what she's going on about, but I know that, right now, she's hurting. "Annie, I understand what it's like to be left for dead. I get that ache that fills you when you realize someone you trusted, someone you cared about, loved, even, betrays you." I whisper, loud enough so that she can hear me though. "I can't pretend I get you, because I don't. I can't even think about something bad happening to you or Theo, because I love you both." I softly smile. "It doesn't matter that you've done some things that I don't agree with, trust me I've done plenty of things that I don't agree with myself."

Annie comes closer to me and crouches down so she's face to face with me, before she smiles. "Oh Juliette, thank you." Her eyes are kind and sweet, until they turn dark and evil, a sort of sinister gleam coats her blue eyes. The usually light and pretty shade of blue, has now turned much deeper and darker. "Die bitch!" She shoves the knife into the meaty flesh of my right leg. The squelching of the penetration causes me to retract my own tongue. The pain isn't instant, it's when Annie pulls the knife out of my bloody thigh that the seething pain rockets through me.

"Hmmm." I hum in pain, trying, so very desperately, to withhold myself from speaking. Right now, I have no idea what I would say if I allowed myself to talk. To grumble. To groan. To scream.
Managing to exit my train of erratic thoughts, I see the complete amusement on Annie's face, she is reveling in my pain. She loves the fact that what she is doing is hurting me.

"So," her cocky grin grows as she begins to speak, "I want you to do one simple thing." She lets out one, loud, long huff of laughter, "well, other than, eventually, die." She goes back to begin completely and utterly livid. "It turns out that our dear, dear brother, Leo, thinks he is smarter than me. He thought he could trick me. He thought he could fool me. How completely dumb of him to think he's capable of." Her laugh is sinister this time. It sends a shiver down my spine. The woman I thought I knew as my older sister, no longer exists, in fact, I don't think she ever did. It's so disturbing to think that all of that was an act. I was fooled so easily by her character. I wanted to believe I had family, I wanted it so badly that, maybe, I missed the signs that something was amiss.

I shake, my body wants me to surrender all control that my mind has over it. I can not control the tears that escape my eyes. I feel myself losing my brave face. My strong facade.

"Come on Juliette, what's with the tears?" She grabs a hold of my face. Roughly turning my face, by my chin, making me look at her. "What are you, a child?" She tilts her head to her left, but to my right, giving me a quizzical look. A frown on her face, causing her eyebrows to furrow. "You shouldn't be crying at your age." Her words have a shocking lace of something that I can't describe, all I know is that, right here, right now, I am so scared.

I am rendered speechless.

Completely unable to form any type of words.

I don't know what I am meant to do?

How do I survive this?

Can I survive this?

All I want is Aaron.

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AARON'S POV:

I don't have a good feeling about this. I know that this isn't going to be anything like what happened with Sebastian, no, this woman, Annie, wants her dead.

Annie has no ulterior-motives, she doesn't want any type of power from this. Her only goal is to make Juliette suffer - and that leaves me in a pain that is greater than any knife or bullet could engrave into my skin and cause.

I haven't stopped working since Juliette has been gone, I have been repetitively book trying to find her for exactly seven hours, fifty two minutes, and thirty nine seconds.

These several hours have been something that I wish to never feel again.

I can't guarantee that she is even alive right now. For all I know, she's already gone - and that makes me want to break down into fits of sobs, drowning myself in my salty tears.

I can't believe I lost her again! I failed her! I let harm come to her! I should have protected her. I should have shielded her from anything dangerous. I can't believe I let this happen, again.

I am the worst fiancé ever.

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JULIETTE'S POV:

I can't breathe. It feels like the world around me has been drained of all its oxygen, leaving me desperately needing and wanting air.
I hear Annie leave the room, followed by the sound of multiple locks and bolts being locked and closed when she shuts the door.

I am trapped.

I want to get out.

I want fresh air... well, any air.

I feel as though life is being squished out of me. I hate this. But, for some reason, I can not bring myself to hate Annie. She is my big sister. I love her, she is family - even though I know she hates me.

It's funny, isn't it, that love outweighs all rationality. Love is more powerful than hate, disgust, rage and abomination.

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I wake up, not knowing or remembering that I ever fell asleep.

The whole of my right leg is completely numb. To be fair, I am very happy that I can no longer feel the searing pain that rages in my thigh.

I look around and see that I am no longer in the pristine room that I was previously held within. This room is much like one of the rooms that I was in when Sebastian kidnapped me, the first time. One of the rooms where he had me battle the imaginary people who spawned in.

"What?" I can't recognize my own voice, it is strained and gritty. "Why am I back here?"

"Well, well, hello." I turn to see Sebastian walking into the room.

"Sebastian, what the fuck?" My stance turns into one of defense. "Why are you here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I hear another voice say.

It's Annie.

Of course! Annie and Sebastian are allies.

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