Wicked Souls

17

I cling to him, my hands grab his clothing. I was terrified, my face was pushed into his chest, and my body was still shaken up.

Harrow continues to hold me tightly against him even as I cling to him and bury my face into his chest. He doesn't mind my grip tightening on his clothes as he holds me close. He feels my body still shaking and trembling with fear as he tries to comfort me the best way he knows how. His hands rub my back soothingly and lovingly, as he whispers to me softly yet gently. His kind and calming voice fills my ears as he continues to hold me closely.

"Everything's alright... you're back in reality now. You're in my arms, safe from harm..."

I sniffled, wiping the moisture from my face, I cuddled into his tight embrace feeling a sense of security.

The feel of my soft body pressed into him was heaven-sent. His arms held me tight to his chest, the warm embrace of his arms wrapping around me felt comforting and soothing. He feels the tension fading away slowly as I cuddle into him as if the two of me are becoming one and the feel of my body against his is one of the most welcoming and comforting feelings. His hands continue to rub my back gently as he whispers more words of comfort and reassurance into my ear.

I said quietly "It really scared me,".

He nods his head in understanding as he feels my body continue to relax against his chest. He feels the shakes of fear gradually diminish as my body becomes more calm and settled. I can hear him whisper to you.

"I know it did... but you're safe now. You're in my arms. I won't let anything hurt you," His words carry a gentle and calming tone, they are intended to soothe my fears and calm my nerves. I can hear the kindness and empathy in his voice.

"Promise?" I asked quietly.

His voice lowers to a whisper as he continues to hold me, his arms wrapping even more tightly around me.

"I promise," His words carry a sense of calm and reassurance, I can hear the empathy and kindness in his tone as he says the words of comfort to my ears. His arms hold me tightly to his body as he feels my fear starting to fade away with each passing moment.

Days passed, and I was always visiting Dr Harrow's office, I think I started to get attachment issues. I would sit in his office not for a session but to eat my food, draw or just have his presence because I liked it.

I sat on the couch near the window so I could see the outside world, I placed my coloured pencils beside me as I drew. Harrow was sitting at his desk, I am guessing doing his work, he didn't mind my presence. I think he liked to know I was safe and knew I was okay. 

Harrow had grown quite accustomed to my presence over the past few days, it had started with me popping into his office and sitting there occasionally but now I am practically spending most of my time in his office. He notices that I am quite attached and I have developed some level of dependence on his constant presence. There was a certain sense of comfort and safety that I found in having that constant support and the feeling of being protected. We both developed a good rhythm over the past few days, and it seems to be working quite well for the two of us.

I watched the weather change outside where it became gloomy, it started to rain. I sighed and ripped the paper out of my sketchbook and started to draw a new painting. I was quite irritated that I couldn't finish my first drawing.

Harrow had been working at his desk for some time and he could hear what sounded like rippling paper from the couch area. He had been focused on his work, it was starting to become quiet in his office as everyone else had gone home for the night. He looked up from his desk and saw I was drawing again in my sketchbook. He looked over briefly at the first drawing in my sketchbook that I tore out, but he didn't know why. He continues to look up at me and he watches me as I start to draw another painting.

I chewed on my lip, my teeth peeling the skin off my lips as I kept drawing.

He notices I begin to chew on the corner of my lip as I continue to draw and he sees that I am starting to become slightly irritated as well. He continues to watch me as I continue to draw on the paper, he can sense that I am trying to focus on my drawing but I am obviously experiencing some sort of difficulty. Perhaps it's the gloomy weather outside and lack of sunlight that's making it more difficult to draw, or maybe there is something else bothering me. Something seems off, he just can't put his finger on it.

I kept chewing on my lips, I looked out of the window to try to copy the colours of the sky in my sketchbook, I looked down at the paper, picked out some blue pencils and started to draw.

He watches as I look out of the window and attempt to copy the colours of the sky into my sketchbook. He continues to observe me as I start to draw with the blue pencils in my hand, it's clear to him that the task of drawing is becoming rather challenging. He looks over briefly at the paper before shifting his attention back at me, his curiosity grows as he notices some slight changes in my demeanour. I seem frustrated and slightly agitated as if there's something else bothering me. However, he can't quite tell what.

He continues to observe me as I shift my attention to the paper again and continue to try to draw. The sight of me chewing on the corner of my lip makes him slightly concerned, the habit is usually exhibited when one is nervous, anxious, or stressed about something. His curiosity grows and he wonders if I am experiencing one of these emotions right now.