Manipulation (Sequel To Total Control)

A New Begining

Your POV

The darkness around me felt thick, the air felt stagnant. I choked to get a breath into my lungs as I panted, running through these horrid halls. I wasn't sure how far behind he was and that atrocious thing he wielded. But I dare not look back, I knew he was there, be it metres or millimetres, he was there and I knew it.

My feet felt weak under me, it felt like I've been running for hours but I knew it hasn't been that long. But that's how it feels when you're terrified running for your life.

I could hear his steps behind me get closer. It was the worse time to panic, I knew that, but that's what I did.

I shouldn't have strayed from my current path but I did and a wall in face made me see it was the wrong choice. I tried to turn back but as soon as I spun on my heels, I froze.

His cold, rough hands grasped around my neck tightly. And to think I felt like I couldn't breath before. Those menacing red eyes, that sinister jagged smile.

"Hi Doll" he growled in a voice that could make the very ground shake in fear. He brandished his precious blade. That horrendously spectacular shine and gleam of the metal. Each ridge perfectly petrifying in it's own way.
"Bye Doll" again with a tone that could shatter someone's bones. With that, the sharp steel sunk into my trembling flesh. The pain was even worse than I could remember. Burning, ripping, the worse thing you could possibly imagine. My guts twisted with the pain. I thought that was just me, but it was literally being twisted into a knot. He wrung my insides into a pulp. Still, I couldn't even muster up energy to scream out.

My mouth just hung open as blood pooled in it then spilled down my chin. I could feel my stomach empty it's organ onto the floor as he ripped the blade from me.

As soon as my body hit the floor, I flew up in bed, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat.

It was just another nightmare.

I consoled myself, wiping my face and forehead of sweat. I threw off my covers and rubbed my temple, trying to calm my breathing.

I reached over and turned on the small lamp next to my bed. The soft light filled the room allowing me to see. My eyes traversed the sight of my once lively looking room. Now bleak with mostly the sight of moving boxes. I heaved a heavy breath as I flung my legs off the bed to the ground. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

I wiped my face again then glanced at my little digital clock. The neon green numbers still glowed ever so brightly; 3:50. That leaves me with about only 4 hours of sleep gained...again.

I just wish after all this time, my brain would stop. For God's sake, it's been almost 5 years. But I guess after something like being tortured by a demon, it doesn't leave you just like that.

I still remember everything like it was just yesterday. Every word, every action, every scar he left. Even though it's been so long and most of them have disappeared, most, not all. There are still a lot of small ones over my arms and legs, I feel some on my back when I'm showering.
The most horrid ones remained of course. The one around my waist, the very first slash on my arm, a circle around my belly button, a diagonal and a straight scar down my stomach. A few on my legs... Ok a lot on my legs, and arms. And of course, the crown jewel of them all. The carved 'D' on my collarbone. Since it's healed, it's been even more sensitive.

Even if I try with all my might, I can't forget any of it. I still won't let anyone close to me. With the exception of mom and Jamie, that can't be helped. And well, Jamie's fiancé, can't be helped either.

They've been kinda pestering me these few years. I know they mean well and want to help but God do they get annoying sometimes.

Mom and Jamie tried coaxing me into dating a few few years back. Worst decision ever. It was to try to get me to trust someone again, stop being so cautious. Mom didn't know what had happened really. Jamie did obviously, but she convinced me that it would be a good idea. So I tried it, one date and I was done. I couldn't bring myself to say anything most of the time. He was nice but I almost burst into tears right there in the restaurant. My mind kept drifting to a certain someone.