It's All Love

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛

I was now in this weird house, very vintage. Then I see this woman sitting with people, eating dinner. She looked happy, but I felt very overwhelmed, isolated, if you will. She was sitting beside a man, a man who I got very negative energy from. After while, everyone left her home, except for this man. This man was downstairs hanging with apparently this girl's father, he, the father had a white substance brushed across his nose, with a bottle of whiskey in hand. After he went to bed, this man creeped to this little girl's room and raped her horribly, and then...then that was it, I was pulled back to reality. Everyone was worried about me, I didn't even try to speak to them about what I'd saw. A few days later, I kept experiencing paranormal activities, only I saw them. I'd had psychosis once, and now it's come back 10x's worse. I'd fallen asleep in the bathtub because I hadn't been to sleep since that night my mom tried to kill me. I was seeing this girl when all of a sudden a gunshot went off and I felt someone pushing me under water. I began trying to come up, but I couldn't everything went so slow, I managed to make out a man, the same man I'd seen rape the girl, beat her, cause her to have a miscarriage, turn her mom against her, tried to kill her, constantly rape and beat her, get her pregnant, make her have repeated miscarriages, then drown her. All of those pictures flew by in my mind like the second hand on the clock. Then I was being shaken by Quinn, so I gasped, shakily, and breathing heavily, clutching on to his shirt and wrist, even though he was talking to me and I was up, I was still seeing the girl, she had her hands on my face staring into my soul whispering something, quickly, her eyes...her eyes were hypnotizing, they were fully gray, as if she was blind, her voice was filled with pain but was so soft spoken.

Quinn: What is you doing?? Baby what happened?

Me: Help, please, I'm sorry, PLEASE, NO, QUINN PLEASE, HELP, HELP, HELP *Starts screaming*

Quinn: Aaliyah?! *Pulls her outta the water, wraps a towel around her, holds her* Baby, stay up *Shakes her face*

Me: *Eyes roll completely back*

Quinn was holding me sitting on the bathroom floor yelling for people, meanwhile I was hypnotized by her eyes. I felt all her pain, her misery. She grabbed my hands and thought about this man who'd killed her. When she thought about him, I saw him too a clear image of his face. He looked so familiar, I felt as if I new him. That's when it clicked, the man who did all these things to her, was the same man who'd raped me, when it was her, he was much younger. She then brought up every time he'd touched her. For a very specific reason. She's never spoken to me but while she was flashing through each memory of him doing this, she'd say "Speak" at the end of each one, when she said it, it wasn't really hard to understand, because her voice was very faint, shaky, and very limited. She was telling me over and over again "Speak",  then she showed me when she was drowning, I began feeling like I was drowning. Watching her struggle, I struggled, she lost her breath, I lost mines, she died, I woke up, still in the tub, no Quinn, no girl, no man, my head above water.