LAURALINE
I remember his hands. Calloused and worn. These hands that were supposed to wrap me in love have only brought me agony and pain. These hands brought an emptiness into my soul, and he showed no remorse. It's his hands I hate the most.
I open my eyes, and I am surrounded by tall grass in a dark, open field. "LAURALINE!" I hear someone call out my name. I look around and see nothing. "PLEASE HELP HER!" the voice calls out again. I start running toward the sounds of the panicked person, looking around to see if I can find them. But all I find is a ladder standing in the middle of this field. I look up, and it seems to reach the heavens. Grabbing onto it, I try to decide if I should climb it. And that when I hear him. Johnboy.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, I was just looking at this ladder."
"What ladder?" he says, looking confused as I turn around back to where the ladder was.
"It was right here. I swear." I say, looking back at him.
"Are you coming? Lyla wants to sing you a song she made. "
"Who's Lyla?"
"Angel, that's not funny, now come on." He reaches out his hand, and I grab it following him closely. He leads me to this small country farmhouse where a little girl runs into Johnboys arms.
"Who is this Johnboy?"
"Mommy, how could you forget me? I thought I was your favorite girl?"
"Mommy?" I stare at the little girl. She has his mouth and his black hair. But her nose and eyes look just like mine. How could I forget I had a daughter?
"Daddy, can we please go see mommy?" What do you mean? I'm right here! They can't hear me.
"Sure, baby girl, let's go pick some flowers."
"I made her another picture to let her know I still miss her." Miss me? Where am I?
"I miss her too. Always."
"LAURALINE!" I hear him scream as I am engulfed in darkness.
I keep screaming his name, but nothing comes out. I see something off in the distance. I run towards it. A glass wall stops me. I see... I see myself. But what is that behind me? His hands. They are wrapped around my neck. Why am I not moving? His hands are everywhere, I blink my eyes and suddenly I am in that room with a monster. I see Johnboy. HELP ME! I'm tossed across the room into the glass wall. It shatters. The monster pulls back his calloused hand and punches me with all his might. My eye instantly swells shut. He grabs my head and pulls me down, and knees me right in the face, I fall slowly to my knees, and he lands a kick to my side. Johnboy looks right through me the entire time. PLEASE! Why isn't he helping me? He breaks eye contact and turns to walk away, leaving me. " STOP! Please don't leave me. YOU PROMISED! Please, JB, don't let him hurt me. You left me. How could you leave me? NOOOOOOO! You said you would never hurt me. BUT YOU LEFT ME ALONE!". Alone with him. My monster. Adam Davies. Also known as my father.
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Every night for the past two weeks it's the same thing, nightmares constantly fill my dreams. I would love to say it hasn't affected me, but I would be lying. I haven't left the house at all. Taylor and Dalton are constantly blowing up my phone with calls and text messages. " Do you want to go shopping?", "I haven't forgotten that coffee", "I'm headed to the beach, wanna come?" I always find the words to turn them down. "I can't, I'm cramping," I'm so exhausted", "I have plans with JB and the TV." Johnboy being in my room helps me fall asleep faster most nights, but once I close my eyes it's the same thing every time. I know JB is hurt by how I am cutting everyone out. I guess I can try to start small. At least for the ones who love me.
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