Amelia

Warmth

Calm.

That’s all I can feel.

Calm.

But I’m still scared; scared he’ll come back for me. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to! I just want to stay here forever and never have to go through that pain again. My body quivers.

The calm is gone. Fear, hysteria is back.

I can’t breathe, think, see, feel, but when a hand touches the small of my beck and rubs it soothingly, warmth explodes across my skin, tingling, buzzing, sizzling. I feel weird, I feel safe. Strange… I look at the boy whose bangs hang over his eyes, and his lips are contorted into a scowl.

“You don’t deserve this,” he rasps

“Deserve what?” I repeat.

“This.” He gestures to me, and I blink. He sighs. “You were so kind, so beautiful, so innocent, and I admired that about you. You were free to open your wings and fly away but you didn’t, you chose to stay, and because of that…” His jaw clenches. “That fucking disgusting, obsessive doctor stepped in, made you his object of his fantasies. Disgusting, disgusting, DISGUSTING!”

I gasp, startled, and his head jerks towards me, lips parting.

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I-it’s fine,” I reply nervously now. “I was just surprised.”

I try to grin, but my head hurts and the ground says hello as I fall forward, body convulsing as screams rip through me. My eyes are wide twice their size, tears falling out of them, and I’ve lost all control of my body.

The car.

My parents.

The doctor - he did this. He did this to me. I can’t… it hurts too much! My mom and I were arguing about how we should escape from him and to bring Timothy or not. We were running from him when that truck… oh god, no. My parents, my only family.

Nononononononononononononono!

That bastard! I’ll kill him!

“I-I’ll,” I sob painfully, clutching Timothy to let him feel my pain.

 “I’ll kill that monster.”