How Are You? (Delena Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Have mercy

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I knew for sure that she was suffering from it. She relived her traumatizing memory every day. The fire was stuck in her head and she kept seeing her parents. Her parents neglected her badly before they died. I knew from my studies that a child is even more depended on their parents when the parent's behavior was precarious. She never got schooled, how boring yet scary must her life have been?

"You must go outside." I said to her after taking care of her wrists. We still sat on the ground where she had broken down.

"I can't go outside." She stated as if she had said that more than a million times. As if it was drilled into her brain.

"I don't care. Nobody will notice, come." I helped her up and checked if anyone was outside her room. She quickly dried her tears and stood behind me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me. We quickly walked to a different room with an emergency exit, one that sometimes stood open if it was hot outside. I looked outside, there was no one there. I quickly stepped outside and stepped a few steps into the garden.

"We can only be here for about 5 minutes, one day you'll really get out of here and-" I said while holding my hand up for her to grab it again, but once I realized I didn't feel her soft hand in mine, I turned around. She still stood there in the doorway. She looked up to the sky.

"W-where is the sun?" She asked. I pointed at the sun above the building she stood in. She looked at me and then at the ground. She balanced herself on the high edge of the door post with her bare feet, but then slowly placed both of them outside. It was a big moment for her, I knew that. She looked at the line of the shadow of the building. She held her hand under de sunlight. She smiled. She slowly stepped forward and turned to where the sunlight came from. I just stood there watching this marvelous moment. Her squeezing eyes closed as she let the vitamins draw into her skin. Her smile didn't disappear. She wanted this since she came here. She hadn't seen the sun for fourteen years. She lifted her head even further, and then descended it in a circle. She wanted to let every inch of her face experience the warmth. She wanted to wake up every nerve, after all those years. She looked at me with a bright smile. A contagious smile that almost brought me in tears.

I held my hand back up and she gamely hopped to me to take it. We walked for a moment while she quietly observed every branch and every leaf in the garden.

"Look those are really pretty." She said while pointing at some buttercups in the grass. I nodded and looked at the yellow flowers. A pattern of yellow and green colors. Until I saw a red color disturbing the scenery.

"Oh, come check this out." I crouched to it at took the ladybug on my finger. She crouched beside me and looked wide-eyed at the beautiful bug.

"Here, put your hand up." I said and she obeyed. I let it crawl onto her hand. She smiled while letting it crawl onto different fingers.

"She's 4 years old." She said.

"How do you know?"

"She has 4 dots." She answered and pointed at them. And yet again she thought like a child, it was incredibly adorable. What she said wasn't true, but I found it too cute to tell her that's a hoax.

"Yeah!" I said with a smile. Suddenly the ladybug erected her wings and flew away from Demi. Demi screamed when she saw the small thing jumping away. She stood up immediately and straightened her clothes quickly.