as i fall

Chapter 3 - Remember me?

Author's Note

Hi everyone!

I hope that you are all enjoying this story so far, and any feedback would be greatly appriciated.  This chapter may be upset people a bit, but it may not.  I just wanted to warn you.  This chapter focuses a little on what happened to Alex and her parents, and I just wanted to let you know that it may be upsetting to some.  Just to reassure any who are wondering, this story has nothing to do with my personal life, it comes from my imagination, and none of what is happenig in this book has happened to me.

This chapter's dedicated to writer_111 for following me!

That's enough of me talking, enjoy reading!

*Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes*

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I stared at Caleb, knowing he was the only thing left that made any sense, but he looked at me with horror written all over his face as he backed up as far as he could, hitting his back against the pale wall behind him.  Natalie’s reaction was just the same.

            Their minds were on over drive.  Their first though was to run away from me as fast as possible, like they thought I might come at them with one of the scalpels on the desk by my bed.  Natalie, thinking I would do just that, quickly grabbed all the lethal weapons and placed then in the corner where I couldn’t get them.  They must have momentarily forgotten that I couldn’t talk, and less likely to even move a muscle, meaning even if I wanted to, I couldn’t attack them, at lest not without falling on my face.

            I waited for one of them to talk, but they just stared at me.  The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife.  Suddenly, my throat seemed to want to cooperate, as I could talk again.

            “Well, say something!  Stop looking at me like that, I’m not going to hurt you,” I whispered as loud as I could, but they just looked at me like they were dumbstruck.  Natalie blinked rapidly, as if trying to fight off tears, and spoke up first.

            “Why?”

            The question that would change everything.  Something was coming back to me, some of my memories.  Images flashed behind my eyelids.

            A dark figure stood over me, a black belt in its hand, and a short razor blade in the other.  I was lying down on my back on a cold concrete floor, but I couldn’t make out any details except for the person.  The belt whipped up into the air and came hurtling down towards my stomach.  Excruciating pain flared up through my body, and I felt tears start to spill onto my checks as the belt came down again.

            A laugh came from above, informing me that the person above me was a woman, and a woman who I knew quite well.  I felt a steady line of blood seeping from the wounds on my stomach, but I could no longer feel the worst of he pain, as everything in my body was going numb.  I thought it was all over, but then the woman talked.

            “Oh Alex, we’re not done yet, we’ve only just started.  Don’t cry out, no one can hear you.  No one can help you,” she whispered into my ear, her breath blowing hot on to my neck, “let’s paint a pretty picture onto your skin…”

            As she started to laugh again, she took up the razor and placed it onto my left arm, and pressed down.  This pain was centered to where she was cutting me, and I couldn’t get away from it.  I squired under her iron grip, but she held tighter to me and pressed harder on the razor, cutting deeper into my skin.