Little Do You Know

IV

                 

"I'm getting worse and you don't know." –Unkown

Above is a picture of Cobrain Welson who is played by Ash Stymest.

Song: Lost It All- Black Veil Brides.

Endellion

"How dare you, you little whore!" screamed a squeaky voice down the hallway. Another voice muttered something incoherent, but was soon interrupted by the other, "I am going to kill you. I'm going to make you pay for this you filthy slut."

The little girl quietly walked down the hallway of the enormous house. She felt frightened and worried, knowing exactly who the voices belonged to.

"I didn't do anything, you're just being paranoid!" retorted the other.

The squeaky voice of the woman chuckled, "like heck I'd believe you. Teenagers like you ought to perform such immoral acts. I knew I shouldn't have let you come to this house."

"Ma'am, I really didn-" Bam- a slap was heard.

The little girl had tears streaming down her face now. She fell down to the floor as tears began to stream down her face. The silent sobs making it hard for her to breathe.

"I will show you, you disgraceful peasant!"

I jolted awake. Fuck. Not this again. I thought as I tried to control my breathing. I was still gasping for air, my body a mess of sweat.

Those nightmares kept on coming back. The past haunting me as though it was still the present. I hated this. I hated those stupid memories. Why can't they just stop?

Because you don't want to forget it. An annoying voice in my head mocked.

But I did. I wanted to forget it more than anything else in this world. I wanted to be able to live and breathe normally again. But that was just wishful, naïve dreaming. I knew I wouldn't be able to forget it unless I'd actually went and visited her. And that would not happen. I wouldn't allow it to.

Getting up from my bed, I picked up a pair of clean sweats and a T-shirt. This was a routine for me. I'd get up after a nightmare, change, and go for a walk. That was what I always did.

Now that I thought about it; the night before meeting the newcomers was an exception. I didn't have nightmare that night and I'd slept peacefully. Obviously, when I woke up I had to endure a panic attack, since; I was so used to having the nightmares that I couldn't cope with not having them. It was extremely flabbergasting.

Walking down the warm hallways I made my out downstairs, towards the main exit and made my way to the garden.

The garden had always been a place where I'd found my solace. It was weird, really. It just made me feel safe and free.

Inhaling the fresh air that was full of the scent of flowers, I walked past the heart-shaped situated statues and towards the beautiful fountain of Cupid.

I'd always found it ironic how I loved that fountain despite it resembling love. Because, to me, the only one I loved was Ceci. And that was not the type of love that Cupid caused. As I recalled, Cupid was the Mythological god of 'erotic –sensual love'. I was never one to believe in Mythology or the concept of love. But I guessed that the latter was because I did not ever get to experience it.

As I stared into the sparkling water of the fountain, my mind raced with thoughts. Thoughts of the woman that ruined my life zoomed through my mind. I bit down on my lip hard, to try and stop the hyperventilation.