Fight Or Flight

4

Cold, why am I so cold?

“Bailey dear, her final wish was for you to escape. She had a couple others pull her apart the moment you looked away, dear. But she's in a better place...”

“No. She wouldn't!” The tears have fallen before I know it.

It sounds just like Violet, fighting just to get someone else to be safer.

“No. No.” This can not be happening.

Meridia comes and hugs me, then lifts me up until I'm falling over against her.

“No.” I quake with shivering sobs that flow through my entire body.

Then he's there.

I swallow tears as he leans toward me.

I try to back up, but his arms wrap me, and I'm so scared, but I have to trust him.

Even if he turns out to be the devil in a human skin, he is really all I have.

The resolve to fight him is weakening, and he loosens his grip as I fall into his chest.

He runs his hands through my hair, and for a second I forget the last few years.

Maybe Violet knew what she was doing, maybe he wouldn't hurt me the way everybody hurt her, maybe I will be alright.

“What's your name?” Mumbling through tears and his shirt, I don't expect him to hear me.

“My name's Blake.” At the moment, he looks extremely awkward. Hanging his head, he leans down to whisper.

“Sorry about your friend.” This time, I'm thankful to be able to fall into his eyes.

Blue, green, grey, they seem to change all the time.

Violet used to be like that...

Tears are tumbling again, and I realize his shirt is soaking.

“Sorry.” The fabric muffles me.