When Life and Death Touch

Present Day

Eight years, three months, twenty seven days, fifty two hours , eighteen minutes, and ten seconds and counting . That's how long I've been in the institution . In all those years I've never felt the hot summer sun kisses on my skin, or smelt the sweet scent of spring hydrangea in the moon light ,nor heard the leaves rustle in autumn . I  even long for the winter's blistering cold . All the little things I've took for granted is now gone . The only thing I feel is him slamming me up against the padded wall with his hard cracked hands wrapped tightly around my neck . The heavy scent of his cheap cologne and breath mint that does a poor job of hiding the stench of alcohol , cigarettes ,and vomit . And the only sounds the I hear is the hum of the florescent light and drunken laughter as shoves his club inside me . It  usual happens to me every third Tuesday of each month . From what I have experienced in this place, not even "them"can afflict the very pain and suffering like this man have given me .

 "So how do you feel Xavier." A male voice said in a drunken slur . It could only be one person, him .  He stumbled in the room as usual bottle first and something very familiar in the other . It had long madden black hair and hollow eyes of hazel . I could tell that he has been burned with cigarettes and have a visit with the doctor because he had puncher wounds on his shoulder from the  needles by the way he was holding him by his shirt. 

"Donna... Belladonna is that you ?" He started to crawl towards me until we were both eye to eye. I don't want him to see me like this ,not with a bag over my head and scars on my body . I didn't even want to see me this way .I dropped my eyes and turn away from him.

"Donna look at me ... please , "he pleaded .He placed his waver hands on my face and turned my head toward him .

"Peter is that you ?"  I timidly tried to run my fingers through his madden locks but I couldn't bring myself to do it . I did this to him , I put him in this place .

"Donna it's been a long time !" He embraced me in his arms as he started to weep in my arms . I could feel his bones as I put my arms around him. He felt  like a lost pup in my arms .

"Peter I'm so sorry that I've did this to you ." I said in a small voice .

"You didn't do anything Don- "  He too a long pause and loosen his hold on me ."You smell like him." His whispered in a silent rage .

"Peter I... ", In that moment my words stopped. I don't want him to get hurt because of me but I also want to give him an answer to his question . I started to back away from him a little bit at a time because the more he said .

He gently glided his fingers over my shoulders and arms which really started to hurt as he tracked my wounds old and new ."It was him wasn't it ?"

"...."

"You bastard ! You said you wouldn't touch her if I took her place ! Donna tell me how long he did this to you," his voice quivered and his eye was welling up with tears .I could tell that he was trying to fight back his tears and so was I . I wanted to say something, anything but words never escape my lips.

"...."

"Did he also make you wear this sack over your face too." He grabbed my sack that I had over my head and started to shake it .

 The guard just looked at Peter with this incipient grin on his face . As if he was planning something . I don't know what he was planning but I knew it was no good He started to couldn't handle me like he use to because he's an old man now and I had a lot of free time to build up my strength . But he was still strong enough to over power me . Peter stood up and started to laugh . His laugh wasn't a laugh of humor but a laugh of anger .

"Peter ,what are you doing?" I managed to choke out . He didn't look at me  placed my hand on his shoulder. I could feel his anger build up . Especially when I saw all them gather around him with twisted smiles.