I stand from the chair and move to the bed. Looking down at how pitiful he looks, I should surely feel something? Shouldn’t I be sad? Heartbroken?
No. I shouldn’t.
I don’t feel anything because he is irrelevant to my life.
He no longer has a hold over me, and fuck does it feel good.
I lean down, placing my lips beside his ear and whisper, “I’m going to live my life and love with everything that I have. My parting gift to you is the fact that I am free. Free from your chains, free from the terror that you instilled in me, and free from your curse. And you, you’re probably going to die in here because as your next of kin, I’m going to tell them to shut the machine off that keeps you alive. If you breathe on your own, then I’ll fight you in court, and I’ll make sure that you pay for what you did to me.
“And if you don’t breathe on your own, then I’ll know that you were always the weak one. So, this is my goodbye, asshole, may your twisted heart rest in peace.”
I stand up and walk away.
Away from Michael.
Away from my past and towards my future.
Chapter Forty-Two
Goodbye
Michael
The grey fog swirls.
Clouds.
Obstacles.
They block me from going into the light, and they try to keep me in limbo as I struggle against the mist that clouds my mind.
I want the light.
I don’t want the darkness that tinges the edges, beckoning for me to just let go.
I can’t let go.
I can’t leave her.
She loves me.
I love her.
She needs me.
I need her.
She’s just playing hard to get.
She wants me to chase her.
I feel like I’m suffocating without her.
I’ve drifted in and out, hearing some voices mumbling before being dragged back under the dark cloud. I’ve strained to hear what they’re saying, but it’s just a few snippets of confused sentences. Sentences that my mind can’t quite put together.
I don’t know how long I have been… wherever I am.
Feels like an eternity, but then something seeps through a crack in the clouds.
