"Please...do it." She huffed out.
I couldn't look away, the way her brown eyes no longer showed the glimpse of faith in them, caused me to feel sick to my stomach. I thought I could save her. I wanted to give the chance to have a normal life, I didn't want her to become what I had. But it seems as if life had already written her destiny in stone. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.
"I can't." I told her. "Ride it out, you'll make it." I tried to encourage her.
Her hands gripped onto the sheets of the bed as she groaned painfully. She was sweating uncontrollably and her skin had turn almost to a translucent color. She looked horrible when I saw earlier today but right now she looked like she was standing in front of death.
"I want to die." She whispered. "Kill me!" She pushed herself up and snapped her head up to stare at me. Her eyes had turned bloodshot red. "Fucking kill me! Kill me!" Kill...me" her eyes watered.
I bawled up my fist and tried to stay calm. If I gave her more fluids maybe it could help the drugs leave her system faster. Or I can give her a anesthetic to calm her down. She kept repeating over and over again how she wanted me to kill her. I couldn't even organize my thoughts at this point.
"Okay!" I finally said. "I'll kill you."
Zane snapped his head towards me. Almost as if he was confused on what I had said. "No, I'll do it."
I shook my head. "I'll do it. Take her to the field, I'll be down there in a moment."
"Do it." I locked eyes with his. "Please." my voice became soft.
He nodded. "Okay." I stepped out the room and walked down the hall back to my room. By then Khole was sitting up on the bed, confused as to what the ruckus was all about. I opened the drawer beside me and took the gun.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" He quickly asked, scrambling out of bed.
"I have to kill the girl. She's asking me to end her life." I simply responded and stepped out the room.
From behind me I could hear him calling out for me. He thought what I was about to do was a bit absurd. There were other ways to get rid of the girl, other than shooting her, but I didn't want her to suffer anymore. I know I am not responsible for what is happening to her and I owe nothing to the girl, but I felt sorry for her. For a moment, I thought I could save her. Now I know anyone who gets involved in this lifestyle will never be able to leave it unless they are dead.
The field behind our house was fenced off and no one could be able to see her. I was going to shoot her and have Zane deal with the body. I'll probably ask him to send her body to her family and explain how we tried to save her but it was too late for her. As I approached Zane and the girl, I noticed Zane was hovering over her as she puked her guts outs. Whatever the fuck they drugged her up with was something I have never seen before. Heroin relapse isn't as bad as the girl is having it. Zane even explained she would be fine. I think he is surprised as I am to see her in a bad condition.
Zane looked up when he noticed me standing a few feet away from them. The girl wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. She struggled to get on her feet and Zane had to help her up. She saw me and a smile spread on her lips.
"Thank you." She whispered. "I don't want to live anymore."
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"How long have you been in the ring?"
She shrugged. "I don't remember. I've bene drugged since I was kidnapped. I don't even know what day it is." She managed to spit out.
"November 17." Zane told her. "That's the date."
Melanie face scrunched up in pain. "Today is mom's birthday." She said calmly. "I am sure al she wants is for me to resting in peace, do it."
Zane took a few steps to the side until he was out of range. The gun in my hand stopped feeling heavy in my hands ago since a year ago, right now it felt like it weighed over a hundred pounds. It was hard for me to point it at her. I took in a deep breath and pointed the gun at her.
She remained still waiting for me to shoot her. I took off the safety and aimed for her head.
"Do it.!" She yelled at me. "Shoot me!"
"Zariah! What the hell are you doing?" I heard Logan scream behind me.
"This isn't the way you should do this!" Khloe added.
"She finally lost her damn mind!" Chloe yelled.
Zane kept his eyes locked on me. I wanted him to say something, to tell me what I should do but instead he remained silent.
"Please." Melanie dropped to her knees, crying. "This isn't living."
My eyes began to water. Does she think I don't know that? I got my life ripped out of my hands too. I can;t ever go home and I will never be able to find the peace to live with myself if Daniel isn't dead. Sometimes I wish someone would kill me instead of living the life I am. This isn't living. I'm in hell and I can't claw myself out of it.
"Zariah, give me the gun." Logan wanted me to corporate wit them. Had he forgotten a few hours ago he brought up the idea to kill the girl? So why a change of heart?
"Shut up!" I yelled at him. "Everyone shut the fuck up!"
"Kill me!" Melanie was now shrieking. I walked quickly over to her and made her get up. I placed the gun on her forehead. She froze.
"You want me to kill you?" I questioned her.
She nodded. "Please." I wrapped my finger around the trigger and pulled it. A shriek echoed in the field and it came out of Melanie. I had shot the ground beside her.
"You're not ready to die." I slammed the gun against the side of her head knocking her out. Her body fell to the side and Zane caught her before she made impact with the ground.
Everyone stared at me as I made my way towards them. I was still gripping the gun tightly against my hand, by then I had pulled the safety back on. I couldn't kill her. Killing someone innocent would make me no different then Daniel. I wasn't a monster and Melanie wasn't going to die. She was going to go home and have a normal life.
I refuse to let another innocent person die. I refuse to have innocent blood on my hands.