Alexithymia

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TRIGGER WARNING!!! The following contains content relating to sexual Assault.
Please skip this chapter if what is mentioned above may trigger you. Some may find this distressing.

Close to Alexithymia

Quincy and I stayed up for most of the night playing on the new Xbox that daddy had got him. He had begged me to stay up a bit longer so that I could continue to play with him but I had gotten so tired that I struggled to keep my eyes open. I truly wanted to stay up and play with him. We were playing a game called world gone sour and it was so fun, but we had been playing for almost the entire day. I just wasn't able to go on. Quincy was upset, but got over it quickly when Chris offered to play with him. I don't really think that Chris found any interest in playing with him. Chris had been gone for most of the day and arrived shortly before I decided that I wanted to go and sleep. I assume that he saw how tired I was and knew that Quincy wouldn't let up unless he had someone else to play with him. Id thank Chris in the morning for saving me.

As soon as I made it to my room and laid down on my bed I was out. I didn't even bother to cover myself with the covers even though the entire house was freezing cold. So cold that the tips of my toes and fingers began to ache. This however wasn't enough to give myself the energy to quickly jump under my covers. 

I was fast asleep. The entire house was dead silent. All that I could hear was an annoying owl right outside my window and this intense low breathing. I tried to fight the urge to open my eyes and figure out where the disrupting noise was coming from, but the longer I laid, the more out of sleep I got. I tried ignoring it, but what sounded like low growls soon followed after. I definitely couldn't go back to sleep now.

I was laid out onto my left side, scrunched up into a ball with my knees up against my chest and facing the wall. I abruptly groaned and quickly flipped onto my back. Before I even had the chance to open my eyes, the heavy breathing stopped. I opened my tired eyes slowly and they instantly landed on a figure standing beside my bed. The darkness of my room and the blurriness of my vision made it difficult to figure out who the person was that gloomed over me.

"Daddy?" I tiredly mumbled.

The person didn't speak. My eyes began to flutter as the heavy urge to sleep once again overtook my entire being. I almost successfully went back to sleep before the heavy breathing started up again. My eyes shot open and I squinted as I tried to make out who the person was. It took me more than a minute, but the more my eyelids stayed open, the clearer my vision became.

"Uncle Michael?" I whispered.

The heavy breathing stopped and I slowly moved up onto my elbows and curiously looked around my room.

"What's going on?" I loudly whispered.

Uncle Michael then crouched down onto his knees and quickly placed his hand into my stomach to gently push me back down onto my back.

"Shhh." He placed his finger over my lips.

"I just came to put you under the covers." He whispered out in heavy breaths. "It's so cold."

I remained silent as uncle Michael manoeuvred his hand under my body to drag the blanket down and over my body. I turned onto my side to face him as he placed the blanket over my shoulders. I instantly began to warm up and tiredly smiled at him.

"Thank you..."

I was instantly consumed by darkness and wasn't awaken by any heavy breathing. This however didn't last long at all, because I was awaken once again. It wasn't the heavy breathing that woke me up this time though. I felt a cold sensation on my leg. I stirred in my sleep slightly and the coldness went away, but as quick as it went away the coldness came back.