six

his phantom hands

TW-
nightmares, flashbacks, somatic flashbacks, somatic nightmares, pedophilia, sa

I was looking around the music room. I walked past the displays, lightly grazing my fingers on the bass instrument. I then walked over to the flutes, i was admiring them, before i soon decided I should go back outside. Anne and Lina were waiting for me outside.
Although I hear a footstep behind me and quickly turn,
It's him
It's Henry Mannox..
As I turn i notice more people have shown up, the people who've seen his wrong doings and have done nothing.
There's my grandmother and her friends, other teens that live here, ones that could've saved me but didn't.
He beckons me over and i comply. I don't know why I chose to walk over and return the hug he gave. But i did. As I go to leave he longens the hug, and suddenly we are sitting at the table the others are around.
He's sat beside me, turned facing my back as I am faced sideways in my chair, angled away from him. He has mine and his arm blocking his actions from the others. He has his hands down there. It burns.
In the dream it has a burning.
He continues to grope me as I wake.
I can still feel it while I'm half asleep.
As soon as I jolt fully awake, I feel that phantom feeling leave me.
Mannox isn't here
Mannox won't touch me again
I'm safe
But i didn't feel this way a moment ago..
I've never had a dream like this..

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I'm sorry if this fic seems weird, i based this idea off of the many fics about Katherine's cptsd and flashbacks.