WhiteScratch

The Devastating Truth

Massive amounts of tears started to pool in my eyes. My mind was blank and all I could feel was anger and betrayal. How could my father, out of anyone else, be the man who has his hand around my throat now? I choke out between my tears and the immense difficulty to breathe, "Ho-How co-could you?! You're my-dad! How could you want to to see me in pain?!" I break down completely and I loose myself. I look away from dad and try to look at Jake. He has tears rolling down his cheeks too; looking at me with the most heartbroken expression on his face. I can't bear to look at him either so I look at the ground. Crying is not making it any easier to breathe but at this point, I don't care if I die. I lost my mother, my father is torturing me, everyone I meet is so lost and hopeless,and I can't even keep Jake out of trouble. The only person that means anything to me anymore and he has to go through the pain when he shouldn't have to. I struggle as I try to whisper to dad so Jake can't hear me, "Just kill me already." He sighs, lets go of me, and backs up. I gasp for air over and over again for what seems like forever before I can finally breathe again. Dad walks around the Ring as he speaks.
"I guess its time for a little history lesson then." He says in a cold voice.
"You remember way back when I came home from work with the symptoms?" I nod my head slightly and he continues.
"I didn't really have them. I had applied fake lotogin. What you know as "yellow bumbs" and I had put special contacts in to give the illusion of dilated pupils." 
"Why?" I say in a voice that is not like me at all. He smiles and speaks again.
"The night before I had gone in, I took some of your blood because I have had my, hmmm...lets just say, suspicions. I took it in and studied it all day and might I say, what I found was quite interesting. Your blood has an abnormally high amount of protons that seem to send electronic signals somewhere. Almost like a backup power generator except instead of sending out power, they send out life. I wanted to see what would happen if you were under severe distress; if it would change anything and it didn't seem like it did." He pauses for a moment and I think back to when I stepped over our city's border. How I had suddenly gotten weak and collapsed to the ground as though some of my strength had been taken away from me. I hung there puzzled and he seemed to have read my mind again.
"Ah, so it did do something." He smiles, "I was right." I look at him this time but he sends another pulse through my head so I stop looking and let my gaze fall to the ground. 
"So now you're even more important. You see, with your blood in my possession, I can manipulate your protons to send out different signals-" I cut him off by saying in an angry tone, "Why do you want to hurt our Planet?! Why do you want to hurt ME?! I'm your daughter!!" He stops smiling and replaces it with a stern, alarming look. We walks closer to me and says, "This planet is doomed. Was sense the beginning of its creation. Why should it be allowed to exist when monsters roam the grounds on which me walk on?!" I loose control and yell at him,
"I'm gonna find a cure!!! I am going to save everyone from everything!!! This planet does not deserve to die!!!!" He rushes at me again and once again starts to choke me while also sending painful pulses through my head. The air gets thin and he speaks again but differently. This time he speaks with such hatred toward me. He speaks with a determination to make me feel pain with his cold voice that etches itself into my brain. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jake freaking out but I can't say anything to him to calm him down. 
"And you ask why I want to hurt you, Rachel?! I want to hurt you because you can't get it through your THICK SKULL, that this planet doesn't deserve to live. I need to stop you from finding your answers and the only way to do that is to make you so weak, so broken, so in pain and fear that you can't even move your finger." He says in the most deepest, darkest voice I've ever heard. His grip on my neck tightens and as he pushes a red button on the wall that releases me from the Ring. He holds me by my neck and throws me to the ground. I'm helpless to move.
"He's achieved his goal." I think to myself. I am weak. Too much blood loss, head-splitting headaches every 3 minutes, limbs too tired to move after being hung up for 2 days. I am broken. I've lost my mother, my father is trying to kill me, I've seen too much death and hopelessness, I can't keep the one who matters most to me out of trouble. I am in pain. The worst I've ever been in emotionally, mentally, and physically. I am in fear. I'm scared to loose Jake, I'm scared to let everyone on this planet down, I'm scared of my dad. I look at my wrists as best as I can without moving my head.  They are so raw and red and then I see my blood coated arms with huge gashes in them. I cant even cry anymore. I don't feel anything anymore. I just lay there on the ground, looking ahead of me, waiting for the worst. I suddenly see dad fly past my field of vision as though he was just hit by something and then I see Jake, holding a metal rod, free of his restraints as well. I don't do anything, I don't say anything. I just sit and watch. From what I can tell, the action goes on for maybe 5 minutes before I see my dad collapse to the ground in front of me, clearly unconscious. I then see Jake as he looks into my eyes. His expression is one that I can't even describe. For the first time in 2 days, I feel his strong arms pick me up, comforting me as he runs out and far into the desert. He stops and lays me down; his arms still around me as he takes his turn to break down and cry. I can hear him saying sorry over and over again but I don't say anything back. I force myself to move one of my arms around him in an attempt to comfort him at least a little but other than that, I feel nothing. I whisper to him, "You should've just left me."