Soulless Eyes

Chapter 4 Unfaithful

Headache pains feed dizziness through to her finger tips as she remains glued, weighed down by the covers that wrap around her delicate figure. The cushioned surface below her back as her weight carried her deeper in. She sank in discomfort, hearing footsteps approach closer with her only reaction as she lay silently, she bit her tongue till there was little to no feeling. Tina's face appeared from the side with a gaze so heavy with worry. Tina leaned herself over Ana, the warmth of her welcome puts her at ease.

Ana laughs softly as she places her hand on Tina, rubbing her head in comfort and gratitude of her presence. "Shut up- this isn't a laughing matter you dork." Tina announced with an unintentional giggle of her own, contagiously caught from Ana. "Alright, Alright" she replied, her hand slowing to a pause, Tina rose to look up at her with a deep sigh. "They're getting worse aren't they-" she says with a straight face clear with concern. Ana couldn't help but bite her lip again as her eyes wandered away from Tina's.

"Why won't you tell me who's doing this to you. . . it's not fair when you keep it all hush hush from your bestie you know". Just then the doctor walked in calling to Ana, ensuring she's well enough to take her leave. Tina stepped off to the side watching as they tested Ana's breathing, movements, and reactions. "She'll be fine but I recommend staying here for one more night before officially releasing you". She nodded, watching as he walked out the same way he came, upright yet constantly in a motion of hurry. Ana plopped herself back onto lumped thing they dare called a bed. Her arm pointed towards the ceiling, covering her eyes, tired from the elongated days that waits ahead as soon as gets orders of release.

Tina gave her another hug before having to head for home. Waving her goodbyes as she exited the room with all her things in hand. Ana now left in the room empty yet full with the sounds of babies wails and rolling wheels of patients moving from room to room. The clicking of the doors opening and shutting closed as the nurses and doctors rushed to each patient. She lay restless as her thoughts grew louder. Whispers that rang in her ears like the nuisance of an insect. Till the time came for the sun to make its way to shine its greetings through the window. Massaging her eyes, dark circles, weighing heavy upon her face.

And just as the day before, the doctor came in for another check up, as well as paperwork for her to sign off to free herself back out to attend school. Given the ok, she lazily slid from the bed. Walking out the door with clouds of grey shadowing over her. "Two days I spent there and they never came. . .wish they didn't have to work all the damn time" Ana muttered to herself as a memory of her parents came to mind. Hands held on tight with her delicate structure of age 5, Swinging her legs out, motioning back and forth. Looking now towards the ground as the memory continued to replay itself. Her walk became more defined, speeding faster with frustration.

Exhausted, she'd made her way home. She started to her room where she face planted to the floor, messy with clothes. Letting out groan of complaints, her eyes closing heavy and sore. Sounds from the outside close from her mind, where only dreams and memories could be played in white noise from the television static.

Dozing off to a world made up of memories and desires. A cold chill rolled down her shoulders, from the spine and below. She could hear those whispers start up again, mocking her with lies of her identity. A mistake from the real truth of events told and spread by another.

A hand felt against her throat, next her ankle, until she could feel the discomfort of touch from her parts all over. Giving her best efforts to shake them off, not causing much different of an effect. She falls back, now forced to the ground in a room so dark, any figure passing by could go unseen.

Struggling, she attempts to lift herself from the floor. Simultaneously fighting the pressures and weight of another. From whom she know not, though all too familiar with the situation, she began to panic. She froze in place as she suddenly felt the touch of the one holding her down, sliding across her stomach. Her robes that provide her coverage and dignity were to be stripped carefully and uncomfortably. Hardly breathing, tense with fear as she fought the urge to cry. Her arms held high above head as her eyes saw blurry with bright flashes.

The violation through manipulation, she's unable to process the situation to act upon it. It was indeed something that felt wrong and ultimately terrifying, yet she felt so helpless to stop the ongoing process.

A hand in grip of her breast given to her with no pleasure, she flinches with every touch.

Another in the place of her curves, outlined to her hips. Squeezing her thighs in close as they curled into her body against where they reached. Held down as if she were to be their concubine by no such longer order in existence. As if to be a toy, they did as they so pleased; with no such apology towards their actions upon her. And in despair and dread, she'd wake for the rest of her days. As it was that day her heart was crushed most. Looking to see the face of a friend whom broke the promises of their long built trust.