How Are You? (Delena Fanfiction)

Chapter 13: Back in the past

The devil has an evil plan set for me; to relive the fourteen years. Those fourteen years of suffering; agonizing pain and hurt. It will happen exactly as those fourteen years ago. I will have to wait fourteen years until I will meet Selena. Until I will feel the love I had been waiting for. Yet now I have to wait again. I am nine years old again and I haven't grown a single bit. I wake up to dazzling light. I can feel the weakness; the morphine traveling through my body like poison. The devil will take care of the wounds, he will take care of my wounds now that I am dazed off. I'm sedated because they are too scared of me without it. They have to numb me, me and not the pain I'm currently in. I'm waiting for them to return and to renew the bag of blood that hangs on some sort of pole. A small red tube attached to it, leading to the inside of my elbow where it enters my pale skin. Pure poison. My lungs fill themselves with the air that I have already inhaled once. I am back in the past, back in my own suffering, where my mom and dad died this afternoon and my house went up in flames. The burns on my back renewed. I'll be screaming once the cold water will touch the wounds when I take a shower. And they will, once again, call me crazy for screaming at them. Screaming at the pain I could not identify. They will send me back to my first room at the facility, back to Mr. Sanders. Where he'll be waiting for me and where he'll leave me again in pain. Where I'll have to hurt myself every day, a routine that will never stop until I'll make the decision to kill myself. To end all the suffering. Yet I don't have the guts to do so. Because I am too scared of death. I know daddy is waiting for me... Even beyond this life, I will feel pain. Even in paradise I will feel him slowly suffocating me.

"She's awake. Her arm is sutured, but we had to numb her. Otherwise, she'd freak out." A nurse said. I quickly stood up after sitting there for an hour of constantly crying and almost plucking every hair out of my head. I walked with her, trying to remain calm. She was alive, she survived. We could go back to the institute again.

"Talk softly and act calmly around her. She's weak from the blood loss." The nurse warned. I walked inside to find the person I loved, tied up in a hospital bed. She looked horrible, but she was alive. I walked over to her and kneeled down next to her. She, at last, noticed me kneeling there. Her facial expression was intriguing.

"Hi, honey." I smiled through my tears. She raised her eyebrows and then frowned.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with a weak voice. What did she mean? Didn't she think I'd come to visit her immediately?

"I'm.. I'm here for you, you'll be fine. You can go home again." I said while taking her hand, yet she pulled away. Did she see things that weren't real again? Did she think I was her father?

"You're not supposed to be here yet." She said convinced.

"Yet?"

"I don't understand." She added, shaking her head. Me neither.

"What don't you understand?"

"W-what happened."

"You lost a lot of blood after you cut your arms open. But it's okay, you're okay now." I said while attempting to grab her hand again.

"I.." She started. "I have no burns on my back?" Did she think she had? Did she think she was back in the past? I shook my head. She looked at the ceiling and then down at her tied up arms. To my surprise, she lifted up. She lifted her back to sit up. She looked proud for the slightest moment, proud that she survived. Like a queen regaining her throne.