For the Love of a Patriot || 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 ✔️ [#wattys 2018]

35 | Bonnie & Clyde Take on the World

~Want It With You~
~Sinead Harnett~

•••

September 8th.

That fucking grin he had always seemed to be what scared me most.

Not the bleeding, not the cold...

The grin.

It made me shudder in my brain, it hurt to think about it as my vision blurred in and out and my breathing slowed.

My heart squeezed until it burst into a billion particles of lavender light, swishing around so dangerous, yet protectively.

And then he was yelling my name, loud and fuzzy, scaring me out of my mind, like the static from Poltergeist, getting louder until it was bold in print, screaming my name in that cheesy horror black and white font.

Rachel.

My breath caught in my throat as I sat up, sweat making hair stick on the top of my forehead. I was really hot, burning up, actually. And I realized that I couldn't breathe all that well. I looked down at Steve, who was on his stomach facing away from me, with his arms more or less hugging the pillow he was lying on. I ran my fingers through my curls, pulling my knees to my chest, still trying to catch my breath.

Keeping one hand in my hair, I put the other to my face, rubbing it and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Fuck," I muttered softly, throwing off the covers, careful not to disturb my semi-significant other.

Catching a quick glimpse of the alarm clock beside the bed, it was roughly five in the morning, I walked into the bathroom, flipped the switch and looked at myself in the mirror.

"Oh god..." I saw the dry tear stains, I had been crying in my sleep.

The face I saw in the mirror was filled with hate and despair.

Though if it was for myself or a specific someone else, I wasn't sure.

There was a sudden feeling of pressure in the back of my head and I groaned, leaning forward and gripping the edge of the sink. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"What do you want?" I didn't mean to growl, but I was irritated and mildly upset.

"You are distressed."

"You think?" I opened my eyes and glared back at the lavender-eyed mirror image before me. I was truly honestly starting to hate it when she popped in. It was becoming more frequent, and I didn't want to complain, but every time she did pop up, it felt like someone was hitting me in the fucking face.