Our Perfect Insanity

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five

I stirred, opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling. I was in pain, the area where Ariel had stabbed me seared in agony.

“Sylvia...?” I mumbled, blinking as I looked around, in search of the young girl.

“Right here, Jonathan. Stay still.” Sylvia ordered, and I felt her hands fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, causing me to grab her wrist.

“What’re you doing?” I questioned, peering up at her.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, Jonathan... I need to help clean the wound and cover it.” She explained, and I hesitated, before letting go of her wrist.

I sighed as Sylvia gently undid the buttons and pulled open my shirt, before I heard her gasp, most likely at the extent of the wound, causing me to open my eyes once more, as they had already fallen closed without my knowledge.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” I assumed, and Sylvia bit her lip.

“...mhm. Yeah.” She muttered, nodding her head.

“Do... do I even want to see it?” I asked warily, causing her to shake her head quickly, giving me a weak smile.

“Nope. You don’t.” She replied, causing me to frown as I pulled myself into a sitting position, which was highly painful, might I add, before looking own at the wound.

I let out a noise at the sight of it, before closing my eyes, cutting off the view of the disturbing wound, which blood was still pouring from. Opening my eyes, I looked anywhere but the wound as Sylvia cleaned it, and found myself looking around.

“Where... where are we?” I pondered weakly, before wincing as Sylvia pressed the damp cloth against the open wound.

“My house. That my mother left to me in my will.” Sylvia explained, not even looking up at me as she continued to fix me up.

“I see... Sylvia, who’s your father?”

Sylvia paused and looked up at me as I asked this, suddenly curious about how Kathryn, a woman of twenty nine years old, had a daughter that was sixteen.

Kathryn would have had to be... thirteen?!

“I don’t know who he is. I never met him, thank God.” Sylvia muttered, and I frowned down at her, shifting again as Sylvia took to wrapping gauze around my stomach, covering the wound.

“What’re you hiding, Sylvia? Kathryn is... was... twenty nine years old. That would mean she would have had you when she was thirteen. You can’t be adopted, you look too much like her-”

“My mother was raped, Jonathan.” Sylvia cut me off, causing my eyes to widen.

“She... I- I didn’t know...” I admitted, and Sylvia shrugged, giving me a slight smile before looking back to the blood stained guaze.

“Not many people did.” She mused, and I sat there, watching Sylvia, surprised at the information I had discovered.

“...and she kept you?”

Sylvia looked up at he again, for the sole purpose of giving me a look, before she pulled the bandages tight, causing me to wince heavily.

“No, she abandoned me in a dumpster. Yes, Jonathan, she kept me.” Sylvia told me sarcastically, causing me to frown.

“I didn’t mean that, Sylvia... I’m just... surprised. Surprised that a thirteen year old victim of rape would keep a child.” I admitted, and Sylvia sighed before shrugging again.