Devil's Night

Wasp

Ricky's POV (Time Lapse 2 days >>>)

As soon as I closed my eyes, everything came back to me and I was forced to relive my sessions of intolerable suffering all over, again and again with Rem. What made it worse was the fact that I still remember all of the horrible sensations as if I was reliving every bloody rip in my flesh from the whips and beatings. My heart was uncontrollably pounding and my head racing but I couldn't wake myself up soon enough. But when I did I awoke from the night terror screaming as I shot my body up in a sitting position. I scanned the room for any way of finding comfort but Chris wasn't here next to me. I swore under my breath at the emptiness of the room but I was glad to see that the feeding tube and IVs have removed. My breathing was less labored now due to my bandages being taken off as well to allow some room for ventilation. 

Leaning back into the pillow to try and calm myself back down, practice made perfect, I was getting scared by how little my mind was healing from the traumatic events. By now my body seemed to be put back together well enough for me to appear like my former self before all of this bullshit happened but every now and then the wounds on my back would randomly sting. Even though I was making great progress on getting back my functions like being able to remain balanced while standing on my own, my heart and mind didn't seem to be doing anything to move on from this.

I looked over and smiled at Chris when he walked through the door moments later but he sped over to my side when he noticed something was still wrong in my eyes. I told him that I was feeling better in regards of my body but I was still shattered on the inside. Like I was walking on pieces of broken glass that still haven't been collected so when I continued my path forward I would cry out from the pain beneath my feet.

He was released from the hospital about a day ago but I was still under regular care due to how I was still a bit unpredictable in my healing. I loved that he would still come and be here with me despite the fact that he could easily just leave me behind. I was already on a variety of antipsychotics and antidepressants but the guilt, after nearly a month since it happening refused to let me rest.

I was promised that once I was realised in another week that I would be able to receive a series of therapy sessions to see if I could get these scattered emotions sorted out somehow. But for the time being, Chris was enough to keep me from losing myself and for that I am so blessed to have a boyfriend like him. He'd always greet me with a kiss when he came to check on me but I was just waiting till we were able to embrace each other in another way in a more private setting.

He held me close for a long moment but then pulled away from my arms to place his hands on both of my shoulders, keeping my gaze locked on him. His face went into a serious and stern expression that reflected back a sense of frustration with me. I was a little nervous that he was setting up the scene for a harsh breakup but I held my tears back from welling up in case I was just making up blind assumptions. I just waited impatiently for him to explain this sudden change in emotions but he let out a disappointed sigh before he allowed words to escape past his lips. I wasn't expecting to hear what I did when he finally spoke and I wasn't sure that this idea of his was going to be successful at all but for him I was willing to go along with his plan.