Revived Souls

P A R T T w e n t y F o u r

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|T W E N T Y f o u r|our Awkward Moments
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Numbness was making a home inside me. Unfiltered raw pain was all that I had felt after the incident, which put me through tears and sobs. At that moment, I was breaking down.

After the pain becomes a part of you, it numbs every other feeling. You stop breathing in the metaphorical sense, of course. The world around you holds no color and has that grainy shade of black and white. You live in a shell and every smile you break is fake. But the worst part is that, even through the numbness, love is alive. And I see and feel it when I glance over at Flynn or think about Genie. That's why love is the most powerful emotion that can be fragile but at the same time strong. If there was villain and hero for emotions, love would be the hero and villain would be hate. Love and hate combat against each other and when they're at close proximity, love becomes victorious. Maybe that's why they say there's a thin line between love and hate.

I was living in a whirlwind where I was just a being that was carried by a vehement gush of air to places I had never ventured. Like police station, courtrooms for instance.

I had officially hired a lawyer too under Flynn's care.

Needless to say, I had about two to three sessions with the court and I stood there in front of the judge, a panel of attorneys, a scary looking defense lawyer and a group of people who have gathered to give me judgements like stares.

I was heftily asked about the abuse and I had to disintegrate it into painful detailed events. I was cold, lifeless and took a more
neutralized approach to questions for I did not wish to exhibit my vulnerability. I had told my story whilst masking every emotion from my face and my scars were sheer evidence of it. As I recounted, there were a few shocked gasps that could be heard from the people sat in the line of benches.

It was a purely confounding to know that deep within my heart, there was absolutely no sort of loathe or vendetta I had developed for Lennox. I did not pray for his misery even though he put me through it. I wasn't a person who held grudges against people. In fact, I never remembered any incident from my childhood where I had hurt someone deliberately because they have the done the same to me. I wasn't a tit for tats person.

A lot of evidence was in my favor and was pointing against Lennox. The clips of the investigation had rolled up on the screen which had shown a violent Lennox thumping his fists against the table as he blurted out the story of his life. His alcoholism also worked as a disadvantage.

The fight scene at the hospital which was initiated by Lennox was yet another proof which made him a convict.

He was sentenced to prison for five years with an additional community service for one year. He had also received a restraining order from me coupled with a two month jail term for DUI as well as the gang involvement.

Lennox was gonna be jailed.

The verdict must have made me the happiest girl on the planet knowing that I had won the case and could also now live without fear or danger encompassing me. But I wasn't.

The man I once fell in love with was going to prison all because of me. It was fair that he had to be penalized by the law for the crimes committed as he was capable of doing the same damage to another girl as well. But there was an uncertain feeling buzzing in my tummy which bought out a negative gut feeling, as if there are more tortures yet to arrive.