𝒜𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓇: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈

Ten Years Later

Ten years. Ten fucking years they've hurt me. I've been tortured for so long I can't remember my Mama's face. I've prayed so many times for Eywa to save me. I've tried so hard to escape this shit. Eventually, I lost hope. The previous five years were the most painful. They found new ways to torture me. They cut me into pieces as if I was a piece of paper. 

The visions have not stopped. I feel Jake Sully's pain. I watched as he fled. I saw his son die. I saw his family broken. I've seen his sorrow. His anger. It reminds me of the day when I was brought here. I can still hear the screams of my brothers and sisters. I can still close my eyes and feel my Mama's warmth. It's the only thing nice I can feel.

I can't escape. I've tried so many times. They hurt me more so if I try to escape. I remember the last time I tried to escape. I was about twelve. I got so close. I felt the feel of grass and breathed the air of my home. I touched a seed of Eywa. I felt free. Of course, the feeling soon slipped when I was grabbed again. Quaritch had said he had enough. That's when he cut off my right arm. I felt so much pain and I cried the entire night that day. I'm left-handed so that's good, I guess.

My body was riddled with scars and dripped blood. I was used to it. In ten years, they still can't explain my visions.

Temen. A voice said behind me.

I turn. I jump when I see a man there. He's not a usual man. He's dead. I see a ghost. I see Jake Sully's brother.

Find my brother.

"I can't even get out of here." I say.

You will.