Mercy *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

Outside

Outside - Hollywood Undead

"Mother is still alive last I knew, but she's gone to the dens... My little sister Anyala is possibly alive, though I have no idea where she could be now. Things went very bad after your disappearance and I left home. I came back to check on Anyala and found out that Mother was intending to sell her off to fuel a drug habit. I stole Anyala from her room and brought her to the home of an elderly couple I'd stayed with for a short while. I came back to check on her a few months later but the couple died and she was nowhere to be found. I haven't seen her since."

"I'm so sorry."

"I did what I thought was right but that never seems to work out. I'm not very lucky in that sense... Do you want to see your family?"

    Do I? Do I want to see my family that I haven't seen in eight years now? My father, who I don't remember at all yet, is dead, my mother I don't remember either, and I have a brother I wouldn't even know even if I did remember things. I feel like I must have loved my mother despite us running off to wed to defy her orders. What if she hates me for running away? What if she doesn't want to see me?

"I-I... I don't know..."

"She's not mad at us anymore for running off, if that's what you're worried about." Obi chuckles before sighing. "Well, she still hates me, last I knew, but that's been twenty plus years strong. You can take all the time you need though, we can go if you ever decide you want to. If not, that's alright too. Besides, you still need to finish healing up and get your strength back."

I nod and thank him quietly as I watch the storm clouds roll in, bringing rumbles of thunder in their wake.

"It's strange, you know?" I mumble.

"What's strange?"

"Just a few days ago I was somewhat happily living with someone I thought was the only person I'd ever known, and now I am sitting beside my husband of eight years with pretty much no idea who he is. If not for my dreams, I could just be blindly believing a random man, just as I'd done with Threil. I suppose I could still be doing so and the dreams are simply illusions drafted by my mind to fit the narrative to let it make sense to me."

Obi is silent for a moment before shaking his head. "While true, and somewhat possible, I can assure you I'm not lying. That seems like entirely way too much effort. Much more than I'd be willing to put in to trick someone. Besides, I could prove it rather easily."

"How is that?"

"You have a scar in the shape of an L on your right shoulder and I have an E on mine. We were dumb when we were ten and decided to do that so we'd always be with each other."

I do have a scar in that shape where he said it is. I always thought it looked peculiar but I never asked Threil about it.

    The storm has hit now and I can hear it pelting the rooftop. Obi made us go inside once the lightning picked up and he's gone to take a bath. I've settled in a chair facing the window of the main room so I can see the weather. Storms have always fascinated me though Threil rarely let me see them beyond the windows. I've always been compelled to go out into them and just let myself be swallowed up by the weather. It seems as if it would be purifying, like nothing ever touched you and no one could touch you again. You'd be clean down to the depths of your soul again. I need that. I've always felt so wrong, so filthy, despite always scrubbing at my skin until it burned red and raw. Perhaps the rain would finally give me the peace I've been so wholly craving...

    I cut a glance back to the door separating Obi from me before slowly getting to my feet and moving toward the front door. I know he'll be angry with me for it but I can't get myself to stop moving. I need to go out there. It won't even be long, just a few seconds at most. I just have to feel the rain. As I step out onto the covered porch, I'm hit by a slight mist and the heavy scent of the rain. I gently close the door behind me and leave the safety of the porch. I am soaked rather quickly, leaving Obi's clothes sticking to me and weighing me down and my long hair clinging to me. I wipe the hair from my face and look up toward the sky blinking away the drops as they fall. It's pitch black outside save for the violent flashes of lightning that set the world alight for a brief moment before the booming thunder shakes the ground. It's absolutely breathtaking. I feel a small smile cross my face while the rain continues to pelt me. I am crying but I can't feel the tears falling. The weight of my world seems to fade away with every drop that touches me. I don't feel the pain of being torn from my home, from marrying so young to avoid separation, from Threil stealing me away and raising me as an orphan he loved in so many twisted fashions, from all the drugs he filled my body with, from all the lives he forced me to take, from my memories being stripped away one by one until all I had left was him... It's all leaving me now, washing away to the ground below, leaving me with peace and confusion. What do I do now? I can't decide. I can't focus on that right now, only the purification. I settle cross legged on the ground and close my eyes, letting myself get swallowed by the storm raging on.