The Robin I needed

Darkest Nightmare

Demona's dream/nightmare:
She was in a dark room showing no signs of life or any light anywhere. She felt a dark presence around her. Turning around she saw a street sign that said 'Crownwood street'. Her eyes drift off to the side to see a family of three being held a gun point by a man. She knew those faces so well especially the man with the gun. She would never forget his face. Never. Demona starts to run towards them but she struggles to get there. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the empty floor. She tries to scream to them but her voice seems to be silenced by the darkness.

*BANG**BANG*

The sound of the gunshot rang through her ears as she sees her parents fall to the ground. A cage was dropped on top of her and she was now surrounded by cell bars. A man dressed in a white Doctor coat with blood splattered on it neared the bars and fear could be seen in Demona's jade eyes. She tried to back away but and unseen force pushed her closer and closer to the man. Her legs felt stiff and her feet were rooted to the ground. The man took out a needle and stuck it into her neck injecting the fluid. Her eyes shot open wider and turned bloodshot. The veins in her arms popped out and clenched her fists tightly that strands of blood began to ooze due to her nails digging into her skin. The pain was too much to bare. Suddenly it went dark.

She was now in the orphanage standing in the dinner hall with a tray of very little food for her to eat (an apple, small package of crackers and a tiny water bottle). She looked around for a spot to sit but wherever she went they would tell her off or they would get up and leave. She usually never ate anyways. She never had friends at the orphanage until a pair of twin brother and sister were brought. The girl's name was Molly and the boy's name is Andrew. They were the only ones who excepted me for who I was, but about a year later they were adopted and left. I was again alone. So much sadness and emptiness was inside me.

I was now in a dusty attic room with a blanket and pillow on the floor, very little light that came from a small rectangular window on the far side of the room, and boxes of old junk placed up against the walls that reached the ceiling. I hear loud stomps of footsteps coming up the creaky stairs and turn to see a man with black hair on the side of his head but balding at the top, a dirt covered face, a beer belly, a strong scent of sweat and alcohol, white ripped tank top, cut up basketball short, and a leather belt in his hand. My face covered in terror as I slowly backed away from him.

"Don't you dare back away from me!" He yelled at the top of his lungs

"I-I-I'm n-not." I fumbled over my words.

"You will do as I say or you will get beaten, understand."

I trembled like crazy not able to stop. He eyed at my body looking up and down it.

"You have a nice body... I want I for myself." He licked his lips coming closer

"S-s-stay b-back." I said walking further back

"What did I say about backing away from me." Taking his belt he struck me.

"Ugh..." I held my side as I fell to the floor in pain.

"You will be mine." He came closer and closer to me. I saw a glass bottle next to me and grabbed it firmly in my hand. I got up quickly and bashed him in the head with it making it shatter and blood drip down. I tried to escape but he pulled me right back causing me to fall onto my stomach.

"WHY YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He yelled then whipped me again and again.

"YOU WONT BE ABLE TO WALK FOR A WEEK AFTER IM DONE WITH YOU!" He continued to do it for what felt like forever. I passed out. The room came back into view and looked down at my body to see my clothing torn and scars that were covered in dried up blood. I knew what he did and I would never forgive him for it. He took it away from me just like the man took my parents away from me. Again everything faded into darkness. I lay on the ground in pain with the feeling of hatred, anger, loneliness, sadness and suffering.

I felt as if I was being suffocated. A force that felt like hands around my neck digging their fingers into it. The feeling of no air entering my lungs made them burn. 'What's happening to me?'

"Demona...... Demona....." I hear my name being called in the distance.

"DEMONA....... DEMONA, WAKE UP..."

'Damian' I thought to myself

I finally open my eyes to see the worried face of Damian.

"Demona are you ok?! You were screaming, talking in your sleep, tossing and turning."

"I...... I'm fine. What time is it anyways?"

"It's 2:30 in the morning. And tell me the truth. Please I want to help you." He said with pleading eyes and kissed my forehead.

'Should I tell him about the injection?' I asked myself

"I had a nightmare that's all. I e had this nightmare ever since my parents were murdered and bad memories add on to it."

"Then tell me about it." He took my hand in his and intertwine his fingers with mine.

"Ok...." I told him everything except for the injection I got from the lab doctor.

'I can have him know about it because he would think I'm a freak... If he knew I had strength that could kill him in a blink of an eye he would push me away just like all the others did.'

After explain my nightmare to him he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into an embrace. I buried my head into his muscular chest hoping that he would never let me go. We laid back down in bed still holding me tightly while stroking my hair.

"Go to bed, Demona. I won't leave you. I promise." I close my eyes and fall back to sleep in Damian's warmth.

Damian's POV:
'She finally fell asleep. For some reason I feel like there is something she isn't telling me.' He kept this thought in his head as he drifted off to sleep.