The Simplicity Of Our Infinity ~aarmau fanfic~

~Recover~

Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

I grasp at the stitches of the throw pillow. Besides the throbbing at my temples, the lingering pain from that night had dwindled to a reasonable minimum.

But that was just the physical pain.

The other kinds...I couldn't even tell you their status, but I do still feel their taint on my soul like an oily substance. 

I was discharged from the hospital just hours before. 

I had—surprise surprise—a nasty concussion and an abundance of injuries I've lost track of. 

"Sorry, Aph!" Aaron announces his presence, coming into the house. "The waiters at Olive Garden were a tad lazy today."

If it wasn't already apparent, I'm staying at Aaron's house for a bit. Until I figure things out. I think.

"Thanks," I reply softly, hoarsely.

I've had this everlasting sore throat since the incident.

(Don't sore throats just last forever?? I CANT DRINK OR EAT ANYTHING WITHOUT FEELING AS IF MY THROAT IS ON FIRE!)

"How're you feeling?" He comes over to me, sitting on the couch a considerable distance from me.

"I'm okay—wait, don't you have work?" My grip tightens on the throw at my shoulders. 

"Don't worry yourself, Aph. Just eat your bread sticks." He lays them out in front of me on the coffee table.

I give him a small smile, one of the few I've shown lately.

He's too good to me.

Ein had— I don't even know how to classify what he has done.

But he's undoubtably taken something away from me.

Something I don't think I'll ever get back.

As I pick up one of the delicious treats, the door bell sounds off in the house.

Aaron goes back over to the door, opening it and exchanging a bit of conversation with whoever was there.

He comes back in the living room, followed by Katelyn.

"I'll leave you guys be, I'm gonna work in my office...you guys okay?" 

Katelyn and I both nod.

Aaron jogs upstairs.

After he leaves, I put the bread stick back down on the coffee table.

Katelyn notices this, the perpetual concerned frown on her face deepening.

That's all I see now—concerned looks. Pitiful looks. Judgemental looks.

The girl who chose an abuser, and stayed with him.

 My throat bobs before I speak. "I'm not that hungry."  

"Aphmau...you can talk to me."

I can't help but whimper at her offer, my eyes welling up once again.

"You don't understand, Katelyn—even I don't understand it. This all...doesn't feel real. Like a dream." I furiously blink back the tears. "That became my reality, no matter how horrible it was. I feel...like I'll eventually wake up and realize I'm still there."

She comes over to me on the couch, siting around where Aaron had.

She doesn't dare speak.

"Every time he yelled at me, every time he hit me." I try my best to swallow the lump in my throat. "Every time he..." The words die at my lips, because giving them life was just too cruel.

"It was like those horror movies you watch, but this time...I was the dumb main character that didn't know how to survive. The one who doesn't see logic staring them in the face. He...took parts of me. And now, I don't know what to do with the bits and pieces left." 

Have a nice day my crystals!