Blurred Perfection. 64: Fear of Death.

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*YOUR POV*

"Here's your dinner." Justin said as he set it on the table just next to the door.

I hadn't eaten anything all day and I wasn't starting now. Just before the door was closed and he disappeared for the night, I stopped him.

"Wait. Just take it away, I won't eat it anyways."

He turned to me and fully walked into the room, sitting down next to me on the bed.

"You have to eat. Please." he pleaded.

I ignored him until he left and shut the door. The sky was illuminated with the tiny stars scattered across it widely. I stared out the window, prepared for the night ahead. I knew that he was coming. He was coming to kill me. He wanted to get it over with before he was sent to prison for the rest of his life. I got out of bed and went straight to the living room, where I was prepared to face my biggest fear. Death.

I paced the floors, waiting to see the dark figure appear across the lawn. I took my attention away from the glass doors and checked my phone. My twitter was blowing up, and the boys from One Direction had called each about 7 times. They were worried, but I couldn't talk to anyone. I glanced up from my phone to see him; the doors already opened, and now we were face to face.

This had to be real, I was not faking this like they all said. His figure was so intimidating as his shadow draped over me in darkness.

"Why do you keep coming back?" I asked, my voice fragile. It sounded just like my mom's.

"You have to pay for what you've done." he said coming closer.

I didn't move back. I didn't run away from him. Just stood there. When he grabbed my neck, I knew this was real. I'd never felt this way in a dream.

His hand shoved me by my neck against the wall, picking me up off of my feet. I clawed at his hand, trying to get free. I couldn't breath and he was getting off on my struggle to get free of his strong grip.

"This is too easy." he mumbled as he gritted his teeth.

I felt dizzy as I was pushed against the wall, dangling from his strong hold. I tried to hold on. Hold on to my life. Hold on to my breath. I started to feel my eyes slowly closing, when I heard a faint pitter-patter of feet.

"(YN)?" Jazzy said.

I couldn't turn to her, but my dad did. He smiled at her and dropped me to the floor. I couldn't move. I just laid there, trying to tell her to run, but the words wouldn't come out. My voice box was crushed and my pleas weren't heard.

"You must be Justin's little sister." he said creeping closer to her.

"Who are you?" she asked as she back away slowly.

"Leave her the fuck alone!" I weakly yelled as I tried sitting up.

He turned to me and by then, I was on my feet, trying to catch my breath.

"Jazzy run!" I yelled.

She ran up the stairs and into Justin's room.

"You little bitch!" he said as he lurched forward towards me.

I fell to the ground as he held me down by my neck. I couldn't breath and my face was turning red.

"Leave them alone, just please. You can take me, take my life." I pleaded in a weak voice.

"Even better." he mumbled as he tightened his grip around my neck.

I coughed and coughed, scratching at his knuckles before everything went black. I was dead, at least I thought.

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