Stigma | h.s #Wattys2016

Chapter 6

My eyes darted across the room, my body lay in the same spot it has for weeks. Cold air hit my legs and arms giving me chills. I looked over at the door, it wasn't opened yet, but I was alone. I tried my hardest to move my body but nothing came from it. My arms began to hurt as I lifted them up trying to set myself free. I bent my legs trying to loosen them. Nothing.

I threw my head back and I could hear the door open slightly. I tried to scream but all it was, was a faint sound that even an ant wouldn't be able to hear. The black figures began to walk in one by one, flooding the room.

Wake up, wake up...

The figures walked closer to me, grabbing my limbs to hold them down faster than they have before. One covered my mouth to stop my silent screams, another dragged their long, dirty fingers up my legs, digging the nails into my skin. I tried to bit the hand covering me but all I heard was the clash of my teeth hitting together. It's like it wasn't there, all it was was smoke.

This isn't real. You can wake up.

My mind was telling me something, but my body was responding a different way. No matter how hard I tried to move and set myself free nothing worked. I was helpless. Another figure dug their nails into my forearms, I screamed at the pain. The tears were dripping to the sides of my face and into my ears. Suddenly, I couldn't hear anything.

Wake up dammit!

I pushed myself against the headboard shaking in a sitting position. I looked around the room to make sure no one was here. I was alone once again. The room was dark and the lights of the city shone through the window. I slept for hours and I only got so far in the nightmare. I looked down at my legs and arms. Blood was slowly running down them and I felt more tears coming. I ran to the bathroom and tried to clean them up the best I could. The water stung when it sank into my skin but I got used to it after a few minutes. My face was covered in sweat and my eyes were red. This was nothing new to me, if anything, I look better than I have in the past.

I wiped my legs clean and put some skin cream on them to help heal them faster. The cuts were deeper than before and I began to worry. I was doing this to myself. Those damn figures weren't real, I was doing this to myself and there was no way of stopping it.

I walked back to the bed and stared at the blood stained sheets. I had no idea what I was going to do with these, if I left and someone came in to clean the room it would look like I killed someone. I quickly pulled all of the sheets off the bed and stuffed them into my bag, not caring if I got blood all over the items I had in there. I found some more covers in the closet and I put them on as fast as I could.

My hands were shaking and I felt like I would be sick. The room began spinning, and I sat down on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. I was awaken by the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I turned around and reached for it, Harry's name popped up on the screen. This time I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked into the receiver.

"Holy hell, thank god. Olivia where are you? Are you okay?" his tone was now worry. He was so moody when it came down to certain things and it was going to drive me insane.

"I'm fine." I said to him.

"I'm coming to get you. Where are you?" he asked me. Hell no, he was not coming to get me.

"I'm not telling you, you're not coming to get me." I stood up. I crossed my arms and walked around the room like he was here and we were arguing.

"Yeah, I fucking am. Where the hell are you?" his voice was deeper, he sounded like he hasn't slept. Did he go to school today?

"Did you go to school today?" I asked him, ignoring his request.

"What? No. I didn't Liv," he spit. "I was out looking for you. All fucking day. Now tell me where you are."

I shook my head at the stupid decision I was about to make, I looked at the phone to see how long we have been talking, hoping it wasn't too long because it sure felt like it.

"I'm at Rogers. It's about an hour away from home." I mumbled into the phone. I gave up my location. Now he was going to leave and come for me. Was he going to tell my parents? Josh? Or was he going to keep this a secret? But I knew that wasn't possible.

"Be ready. I'm coming." then he hung up. I threw my phone on the bed, regretting my mistake. I sat down on the floor and buried my head in my hands. I sat there for what felt like days. I was picking at the grey carpet, admiring the pictures on the walls.

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A knock came at the door and I looked at the door. I didn't want to answer it, I could just sit here until he goes away. No, he wouldn't go away. He would kick the damn door down and come and grab me and carry me out.