The Irish's Sanity

Chapter Twenty Nine

Sorry for the grammatical errors

I looked at him my eyes frozen as I tried to call out for his sister to beg her not to leave me with him but nothing came out. The sound of the machine going haywire only brought back gruesome memories from yesterday as I felt every part of my body turn cold instead of trembling my body was immobile, fear taking over every inch of body.

I watched in terror as the doctor rushed in, insisting that I needed to calm down. The Viking man said nothing, just looked at the doctor, who reluctantly left with heavy concern in his eyes. A shred of hope clung to me, wishing for something to go wrong, for an escape, even if it meant my demise. But the desire to scream, to beg for help, clawed at my throat as the doctor exited. I wanted to scream bloody murder, for anyone within earshot to come to my aid, to save me from being left alone with him. Yet, I was frozen, my body refusing to respond. The machines around me intensified, and a creeping dizziness engulfed me, my heart racing faster with each passing second.

I rapidly blinked feeling the sticky warm liquid all over me as I screamed in agony in my head held by his ice cold eyes, he brought it all back, whimpers were the only sound that filled that room not made by the machine. My heart rate only quickened at the memories of not so long ago as my air ways seemed to be now constricted, my fists tightened against the sheets- the only movement I had been able to bring about ever since he entered the room. My own body seemed to be failing me.

"Enough," he said calmly. Lachlan wasn't one to shout, and no one dared speak to him with heightened tones – except for me, in those moments when I longed for an escape from it all. Despite my frantic mind, his words cut through the chaos, and my body responded instantly. I felt myself calming down at his command, my heart rate gradually returning to normal as I took in heavy, slow breaths. It was a task, my lungs feeling strained, but as he approached my side, his presence became both a comfort and an enigma.

He watched me giving me time to calm down unaffected by my response to his mere presence.

"I don't want to be afraid of you— I don't want you to hurt me." My voice was croaky and low as I stared at the wall- I was so focused on my breathing and reminding my body how to everything else came second.

"You can always stop." He said taking his seat watching me slowly. My body suddenly started feeling heavy as I rapidly blinked my eyes following in suite.

"If only it was that simple." I said tasting the saltiness of my tears in my mouth which I appreciated because it was better than bile.

"Following instruction is not hard Isla."

"That's not fair."

"Are you still not breathing." It was a statement— I looked at him his nonchalant demeanour making my sticks h turn as I shifted my gaze elsewhere. No remorse or sadness lingered in his eyes. I questioned why I still expected even a hint of humanity from him, despite his consistent proof that he was far from it. Tears welled up as I breathed through my mouth, my lungs threatening to shut down.

"May I please see a therapist?" It became harder just to move my head feeling my energy disappear.

"Why?"

"I need help -or else I will lose my mind. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be with a crazy person."

"Nothing in this world could erase my desire for you," He simply said. I attempted to respond, but my body seemed to liquefy into the bed. My head grew heavy, and my gaze shifted to the ceiling, where blurry lights danced before my eyes. Wondering what was unfolding, before I could comprehend it, there was nothing.

...

I looked at the moonlight it's shadow cast over the antique white beautiful piano I had helped myself to. I let my manicured fingers slowly move through the keys creating a sound I had thought I would never play ever again. It made my heart beat and set my mind afar. Good, that was what I was aiming for.