Facing The Darkness●Jonathan Crane//Scarecrow {COMPLETED}

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'Concentrated dose? Wouldn't that be enough to kill you?!'

"Stay still it won't hurt." I nodded as Jonathan stuck the syringe needle inside my neck and pushed the plunger.

I fell unconscious,  but felt Jonathan pick me back up. Soon memories came back in my head.

"Dad stop!" He hit me with his belt on my back as hard as he could. Mom was out so she wasn't here to save me.

"Shut up!" He said as he turned me over and hit my stomach three times. He lifted my shirt and cut my stomach slowly. I screamed in agony.

"No... st-" I suddenly gained consciousness and stared into Jonathan's blue eyes. "Tell me what you saw."

"I-I, dont want to say." He ran his hand down my arm and held my hand. "What are you-?"

"Just tell me. Alright? It's okay."

I don't know. It's too personal... I guess it wouldn't hurt? He's being compassionate.

"My dad. He used to beat me. That's what I saw." "Okay, so, you did better than any others. You didn't scream, you were calm and you hardly moved."

'That tells a lot.'  'Wow. He must do this on a daily basis. What dedication.' The bad voice in my head said the last remark sarcastically.

"Is that all?" He questioned. "Yes... I guess." "Okay. Just in case you fall out again I'll give you the antidote."

He put a needle in me and released the antidote in my neck. My vision cleared up even more and I didn't feel stiff.

"Doctor Crane?" "Trisha?" He sat in his own chair, across from me. "There's another thing I fear. It's worse than getting beaten by my dad. A lot worse." He looked intrigued but also careful to not step on unmarked territory.

"What is it?" Tears started to well in my eyes. "Being, um, raped." His eyes softened and he grabbed my hand. "Your dad?"

"Y-yes. That's why I don't talk a lot. Because I'm scared it'll happen again." "But why do you open up to me?"

'I don't want to say this... he'll kill me.' 'Oh what the heck. You're scared. Say it. It's not like he'll get away with it.'

"Because.... because, I'm afraid of you. I've heard the things they say about you and your experiments. And... Scarecrow.."

"Hey, hey, Trisha. I see the real you. You're really damaged. I don't want to hurt you or even kill you."

'He's right you know. Hell, you have two voices in your head. He's quite okay.'

"And call me Jonathan." He held out his hand for me to shake and I took it. "Thank you Jonathan. Will you help me overcome my fears?"

"That's what I'm here to do." I smiled and he kissed my cheek. I blushed furiously.

I'm not getting killed today.
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