Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend
Hold me, membungkus, bungkus me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe
- "Breathe Me" oleh Sia
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Blair, please," he tried once more, praying she would just give him a chance. Just one. That's all he needed. He took her hands in his but she quickly pushed them away.
"I'm sorry, but I'm done." She looked down, trying to hide the tears that started to well in her eyes away from him.
He waited a few detik still hoping she'd take him back; give him a detik chance. One, two, three detik passed. He slowly stepped back into the elevator.
There was a 'ding' and the elevator doors started to close, giving her enough time to throw the bunga onto the elevator floor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once the elevator doors closed, she didn't care about the tears anymore. She just let them fall. Fall freely down her cheeks. Sobs racked her body. He was right there, asking for a second chance, asking for you to give him a detik chance, she thought. How could anda be so stupid and let him go? lebih and lebih tears kept falling. You're stupid. A weakling. An idiot. Why didn't anda give him a detik chance? Why, Blair, why? She kept asking and telling herself all these things. She was stupid, she was - is - a weakling.
She got up off the floor. There was only one way to fix this. To relieve all the stress.
--
Everything seemed to play in slow motion in his mind. "I believed in you. Your father believed in you. You...are the only one who didn't."
"Today, when anda called me your 'wife', anda made it sound like the ugliest word in the world."
The sound of the elevator 'ding' and the doors opening brought him back to reality. He stepped out of the elevator and rushed out of the building. He needed a drink. Badly.
He took out his phone and called his driver. "Arthur, apparently I will be needing a ride tonight."
"Of course, Mr. Bass. I'm on my way."
"Thank you." He was about to hang up, when something caught his eye. "Actually, never mind."
"Are anda sure, Mr. Bass?"
"Um, yes, thank you, Arthur. Goodnight." He pressed the end button and hung up. "Dorota? What are anda doing?"
The maid turned around and put all of her stuff down. "Oh! Mr. Chuck! Ms. Blair berkata to go on vacation."
Vacation. So unlike Blair. She almost always needed Dorota; she was like a detik mother to her.
Just then he noticed some other staff members exit the building too. As if Dorota had read his mind, she said, "Ms. Blair tell them to go on vacation too."
Definitely unlike Blair.
"Well, if that is all, Mr. Chuck, I go now."
"Yes, of course. Thank you, Dorota."
The kind maid nodded, smiled, and picked up her bags and left.
--
Finally. No one to bother her; no one to catch her in the "act."
She kneeled in front of the toilet and stuck her index finger down her throat, causing herself to purge and gag.
--
Chuck hurried back into the building, and called for an elevator. Something's not right. She would never give her staff a vacation. Especially not Dorota.
--
menit passed, and she continued to throw up. She didn't try to stop herself. She didn't want to stop. Even if it meant the cost of her own life. She wanted it all to end. That's when a voice came from behind her. His voice.
"Blair?"
TBC.
--
A/N: Yeah, I should probably be updating one of my fics, but I had an idea to write this a while back ago, and I never did. Until now, hehe. So, I'd like to thank my bestestest buddy, who requested me to write this fic, and I'd like to thank all my readers and reviewers who have read and/or reviewed my stories/fics! THANKS SO MUCH!
And oh, this fic's only gonna be a two-parter, so I'll try to get the selanjutnya part up soon! :)
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
Be my friend
Hold me, membungkus, bungkus me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me
Ouch I have lost myself again
lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe
- "Breathe Me" oleh Sia
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Blair, please," he tried once more, praying she would just give him a chance. Just one. That's all he needed. He took her hands in his but she quickly pushed them away.
"I'm sorry, but I'm done." She looked down, trying to hide the tears that started to well in her eyes away from him.
He waited a few detik still hoping she'd take him back; give him a detik chance. One, two, three detik passed. He slowly stepped back into the elevator.
There was a 'ding' and the elevator doors started to close, giving her enough time to throw the bunga onto the elevator floor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Once the elevator doors closed, she didn't care about the tears anymore. She just let them fall. Fall freely down her cheeks. Sobs racked her body. He was right there, asking for a second chance, asking for you to give him a detik chance, she thought. How could anda be so stupid and let him go? lebih and lebih tears kept falling. You're stupid. A weakling. An idiot. Why didn't anda give him a detik chance? Why, Blair, why? She kept asking and telling herself all these things. She was stupid, she was - is - a weakling.
She got up off the floor. There was only one way to fix this. To relieve all the stress.
--
Everything seemed to play in slow motion in his mind. "I believed in you. Your father believed in you. You...are the only one who didn't."
"Today, when anda called me your 'wife', anda made it sound like the ugliest word in the world."
The sound of the elevator 'ding' and the doors opening brought him back to reality. He stepped out of the elevator and rushed out of the building. He needed a drink. Badly.
He took out his phone and called his driver. "Arthur, apparently I will be needing a ride tonight."
"Of course, Mr. Bass. I'm on my way."
"Thank you." He was about to hang up, when something caught his eye. "Actually, never mind."
"Are anda sure, Mr. Bass?"
"Um, yes, thank you, Arthur. Goodnight." He pressed the end button and hung up. "Dorota? What are anda doing?"
The maid turned around and put all of her stuff down. "Oh! Mr. Chuck! Ms. Blair berkata to go on vacation."
Vacation. So unlike Blair. She almost always needed Dorota; she was like a detik mother to her.
Just then he noticed some other staff members exit the building too. As if Dorota had read his mind, she said, "Ms. Blair tell them to go on vacation too."
Definitely unlike Blair.
"Well, if that is all, Mr. Chuck, I go now."
"Yes, of course. Thank you, Dorota."
The kind maid nodded, smiled, and picked up her bags and left.
--
Finally. No one to bother her; no one to catch her in the "act."
She kneeled in front of the toilet and stuck her index finger down her throat, causing herself to purge and gag.
--
Chuck hurried back into the building, and called for an elevator. Something's not right. She would never give her staff a vacation. Especially not Dorota.
--
menit passed, and she continued to throw up. She didn't try to stop herself. She didn't want to stop. Even if it meant the cost of her own life. She wanted it all to end. That's when a voice came from behind her. His voice.
"Blair?"
TBC.
--
A/N: Yeah, I should probably be updating one of my fics, but I had an idea to write this a while back ago, and I never did. Until now, hehe. So, I'd like to thank my bestestest buddy, who requested me to write this fic, and I'd like to thank all my readers and reviewers who have read and/or reviewed my stories/fics! THANKS SO MUCH!
And oh, this fic's only gonna be a two-parter, so I'll try to get the selanjutnya part up soon! :)
