A Dangerous Path

This would help, it would solve all the pain, the suffering, the sadness. It wouldn't hurt, would it? No, she had heard about heroine before, it would make her feel better. And even if it did, it was probably worth it. Who was she kidding, no body cared about her, better yet, what she did. Slumping down in the corner across from the door of her room, she gave a sigh and opened the paper bag. It had taken her quite a bit of persuading and time to get it and if anything came between her and her purchase, shit would go down. Not to mention she'd asked Maria to steal a bottle of wine from Jake, and Freya assumed her sister would want her to return the favor one day or another.

Honestly, Freya didn't really know what to do but she figured it was pretty self explanatory. Wrap the rubber band thing around the bicep, making veins easier to see and take a shot or two. Am I really doing this? Usually it was her sister who got yelled at for smoking pot, was it worth it? Hell yeah it was. Emptying her mind so she wouldn't over think it, she tied the band around her arm, trying to make it tight. Freya opened the paper bag and took the heroine out. Who knew such a small thing could have such an impact on people. Wow, it was definitely fast acting. The world seemed to spin for a few moments before everything calmed down. Was she floating on clouds? Freya had no idea but what ever was happening, it felt amazing.

Shit, forgot to close the door. The stoned girl looked to her room's door noticing that it was partially cracked open. Whatever, no ones around anyway. She gave a small smile, resting her head against the wall.

Nothing made sense. Then again, when did anything make sense? She sat there for who knows how long until someone walked in. With the world half spinning, everything was discombobulated, and making out who the guy that walked in was difficult until he finally came close. Great, that's all she needed, her dorm mate. "Still with me?" The question rang in her head over and over again. "I don't know. Have I ever been "with anyone", am I even here?" She looked up from the ground to Jonathan, her eyes dull and somewhat red. Not really thinking about anything, she reached for the wine bottle that sat next to her. Pulling it towards her, she stared at the stolen bottle with a blank expression. Dammit, there's... nothing to open... Freya's thoughts started wandering around, not settling in one place so she could focus.

Suddenly, the drowsy girl was swept off the ground and somehow made her way to the couch. What is he... Then it hit her. He was taking away the stuff she had worked so hard to get. She was in no shape to fight him off, but her blood was boiling with anger. How dare he! It wasn't even his place to intervene, but he decided to take her away from the drugs anyway? He soon left, probably going to get rid of her goods. The girl sat on the couch for a while until Jonathan returned. A lollipop was placed on her lap and that's when she snapped. "No. I won't let anyone get the best of me." She clenched her fist. No more. Freya was sick of people treating her like she couldn't handle herself. With a flash of light, a battle ax appeared in her hand. "Don't touch my stuff." She said through clenched teeth, gripping the ax. Being pretty out of it, she didn't care that she might hurt this guy, she intended to make a point.

What if I do. She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. Not her life, nor her dorm mate's. At this point, she was standing in front of him, enraged. Without warning, she rushed forward, grabbing Jonathan's shirt collar. She raised her arm. A clean cut, straight down the skull. It would be fast, efficient and maybe it would help her let off some steam. She could do it. She would do it. Besides, it's not like anyone cared if she go in trouble by the dean or even sent to prison. It was as if she didn't even exist. Come on! What are you waiting for! Every muscle screamed inside as she lowered the ax down to his head. In that split second, about to kill her dorm mate, a sudden wave of memories and emotions hit her.

"Freya, I love you. It's not your fault."

"Tyler? Tyler wake up, come on. Tyler!"

Her hand stopped inches away from his head, tears streamed down her face. "I'm... I'm sorry." She cried, lowering her arm and letting go of Jonathan. She dropped the ax, it disappeared into thin air without a trace. What... What am I doing?

Wobbling over to the couch, Freya slumped down, resting her head on the back. "I... don't know what I was thinking." She mumbled aloud. Freya was about to kill that guy. What would've happened if she did? She would've been expelled, or worse; sent to prison. What has my life come to? She wondered, tears continued to drip down her face. And what was that memory of Tyler? Freya promised herself to never remind herself about the day she... It was in the past, that's all that mattered, right? But why couldn't she forget it? Every time she felt feelings towards someone, a vivid memory of Tyler struck her mind and she became a huge ball of emotional feelings.

"You shouldn't have come here." She mumbled. Why did he have to come? Of all the times to come to my dorm. "Or stayed." She added, looking down to her lap. Giving a sniff, she wiped away the tears but they wouldn't stop. Dammit! She had never been this way, not towards a stranger. And now, her own dorm mate would remember this forever and think of her differently. All these feeling and emotions had been bundled up inside her for years now, maybe, she just needed to let it all out.

Family away from family? Her family... A place she would never want to go back to. The only thing meaningful in her life had been her mother and Tyler but they were both gone. Now all she had was Maria and her father, the two worst people on earth. Freya gave a sigh, looking up to Jonathan when he mentioned hot chocolate. "Uh... Sure." She said softly. "What was it like... being in a coma?" She probably could've worded the question better but it just kind of came out. What a random question. Freya wondered why she asked something that was most likely a touchy topic but she was curious if every that was in a coma had the same experience. She herself barely remembered anything from the requip dimension, not like anyone would want to remember something like that.

Freya listened to Jonathan and was snapped out of her thoughts when he asked her about the cocoa. "Uh, I don't care." She said softly, then looked back to her lap. Why... why was she here? What was her purpose in life anyway?

"I told you, try again!"

"But Daddy, I... I don't want to hurt her."

"Do it again Freya or so help me..."

She actually listened to him? The father that only loved her and Maria for their power? Unfortunately, she was alone in her hatred towards her father, for Maria didn't mind being a brute like he wanted her to be. So that was it. She was only this world for her father's wishes. What a lame existence. In complete silence, she requiped a pistol bellow the sight of her dorm mate who was making a warm drink. No body cared about her, it didn't matter if she ended it all, did it? Besides, she would most likely go to a better place than this world.

Bringing it up to her head, she took a deep breath. Everything would be fine. It's not like anything would change if she left. Don't think, just do. She thought to herself and pulled the trigger.

Don't want her to die but was thinking she'd shoot her neck instead of blowing her brains up.

It should've been over, but then... why could she still hear everything? The glass shattering, his stuttering voice. Freya had missed. The one thing. The one, God damn thing she needed to do, she screwed up. Just like everything else. She slumped down to the ground, her neck staining the floor with bright red blood.

Mistakes, so many mistakes. Were they really her mistakes or ones put upon her? The day she defied her father; the day she learned her lesson. His beating made sure Freya would learn her lesson for asking questions. Never go against father's wishes, never again. While Maria partied and got wasted with some douche, she was trapped at home. He broke Freya's spirit, her own father.

"You were never enough! Your sister obeyed me, she was something! You're a weak link in our family name, ruining us."

Her father constantly scolded her, though she never understood the reason for it. Why get angry towards the daughter that stayed at your side while the other one got drunk at a club? It was fucking screwed up, all of it. Anytime she tried to speak, consequences awaited her. After a while, nothing mattered. She honestly didn't know why she hadn't tried taking her life a while ago, but she always hesitated. Even after Maria was kicked out of the house, Freya still stayed around. Maybe she was scared or maybe she cared about her mother too much. Her mother... the ray of sunshine to her gloomy life. Unlike her father, her mother was sweet, kind, loving; everything Freya could've wanted. Unfortunately, life didn't work that  way. Her father controlled the Rylen household, and everything that happened within its walls.

"Stop! They're just girls!"

Her mother would scream as Freya and Maria were forced to fight each other. Maybe he should've listened to her, it would've saved Freya's life. Maria had gone crazy, their father had warped her mind! There was no fear in her sister's eyes, no remorse, no second thoughts. It happened in a split second, one moment she was there, the next she was in the requip dimension, suffocating. Soon enough, Freya was in a coma and remembered nothing after that. After some time, she awoke in a hospital bed, Maria no where to be found. There was no reason to ask, she already had a pretty good idea of what happened.

Life got a hundred times worse after that. Her father fell into depression, his prize pupil disappeared and her mother left the family, unsure of what to do.

Freya tried to sputter some words but nothing came out. Did she shoot her wind pipe? The feeling of not being able to breathe brought back memories. Thoughts that scared Freya to her core. No! No again! Everything started to become hazy and the she felt like the blood wouldn't stop pouring out of her neck. Just end it all. She looked up, trying to see who there. "T-Ty-Tyler." The world turned bright white, nothing made sense anymore. Is this my blood?

So, he'd finally decided to attempt to help? How sweet. Fluttering in and out of consciousness, Freya couldn't help notice something was up with Jonathan. Yeah, seeing someone attempt to kill themselves was a bit much but still... he was acting abnormally strange. Stop... thinking about... him. Her thoughts became slow and her head started to hurt. Stay awake, what an odd statement. She was never awake to begin with.

Wait, am I dying? Sudden panic struck her. Did she really want to die? What if... The moment of truth. Would she die from blood loss or would someone come to her unwanted rescue? Only time could tell. Soon enough, she faded into unconsciousness.