Paralyzed

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Victoria

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My eyes are wide as I stagger back, tripping on my own two feet and falling onto my butt. My right arm is numb, starting to tremble and twitch as the familiar pain returns in my abdomen. The confusion is building up around the edges of my mind once again. Terror rips through me as I watch the large silhouette gaining on me, ignoring my whines and whimpers.

Something snaps within me suddenly, the pain in my abdomen becoming unbearable as my ears ring and I feel a low rumble rip through my chest. The black silhouette falters as it continues, daring to get any closer. My back hits the cold, gray, cement wall, pressing the back of my head against it as I'm consumed by the darkness.

Red splatters the walls of black, sounds of growls and tearing shaking the air, vibrating in my ears. My whole body numb now as the pain intensifies. I whimper and whine, feeling my legs moving without my consent. My vision broken as my body is controlled by something other than myself. Wind and many wet substances lather onto my skin.

My ears rattle as they pick up the sounds of screams and crumbling rock. My nostrils flaring as they pick up the smell of burned flesh. The sounds of a pitter patter echoes from my bare feet against the cracked concrete floor before they are greeted by the mushy earth. The numbness subsides as my vision and control over my body is returned to me. I continue to run past the trees. Someone is whispering to me in my mind to run. Run and to never come back.

So, I am. I'm running aimlessly away to wherever the whispers are telling me to. The rain beats against my skin, causing me to flinch every time at the assaulting touch. My vision slowly comes back, the blanket of protection starting to pull back. I must be safe, for now.

I slow to a stroll, walking down a dirt road that stretches far ahead of me. A thick series of trees on my right along the road, a dirt wall a couple feet above my head on my left. The feeling of hard pellets of rain has disappeared. As I take in my surroundings the road emerges into another, the mud walls on either side.

Two boys are standing near the middle of it. I stand there in confusion, watching what they're doing. One boy was long but his upper body was short as his arms pressed against the dirt wall. He looks older than the other holding his feet. They're singing something in a language I've never heard before.

But, somehow I can understand what they are saying. A song I feel I've known my entire life, yet so foreign. The little boy holding the other's feet starts to move his legs in the rhythm of the song. The older boy bends his knees, the younger boy following the other's movement. He straightens out his legs before a snap sounds and his knees bend back, inhumanly, snap then straighten again.

I stand there watching them in bewilderment as they repeat the movements. Wondering why this feels so normal and my other half isn't reacting to protect me or them. The ground jiggles and my eyes snap from the boys to the rolling road they stand on. A green military car with a canopy draped and tied over the top speeds over the dirt hill. My attention falls back to the boys, unaware of the upcoming situation. I watch as the car runs right over them. The smaller boy rolling to the opposite side of the road. While the other, is thrown a few feet in front of me.

The Jeep makes a sharp left and zooms down the road ahead of me. I look down at the boy with long legs. He stares at me and giggles, smiling bright before scrambling up, the other boy following meeting back at the same spot from before. The long one climbs back up the wall while the other grabs his feet and start singing again, bending his legs to the rhythm. The sudden, familiar pain cuts through my abdomen.
My eyes now controlled by my other half as my right arm grows fuzzy and numb once again. Men start pouring out of the Jeep that had previously ran the boys over. Instantly my body is taken over and the pain intensifies as I black out again. My body moving on its own accord with a speed I've never felt before. The smell of pine and the sounds of snapping twigs help me form an image of where I'm going.

The pressure in my head lessens, allowing me to use my gift. I watch as he takes us towards a house. I try to reason with him but he ignores me, assuring that it's safe. Help should be there. Knowing he's never let me down, I put my trust into him and give him full control.

The thick woods thin as we get closer to the house. The pain in my abdomen unbearable. The only reason I'm able to move is all thanks to him. Running into the yard, he slows us down and opens the door without a second thought. Leaning against the walls and counters, probably smearing blood, to support myself as he starts to calm down and give me control again.

My arm gets feeling back with the rest of my body and my head drops, my breath slow and heavy. Feeling a pull towards something, someone. I follow the smell, my breathing starting to quicken. I look up to find myself in a room with about six men surrounding a table. All eyes on me. I search each face as the smell and pull gets stronger.

My eyes land on a boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair. His eyes bright and dazed as they stare right into mine. Everything else is irrelevant once our eyes lock. A feeling of calm and surrender washes over me, causing me to smile a little.

"Help me."

I breathe out before my knees give in and I am blanketed into a warm darkness. The whispers in the back of my head hug me as he congrats me, letting me know that it's all over now. We're safe; we can finally rest for the first time. So, that's exactly what I did.