That Fateful Night (ON HOLD)

The Awakening

The warmth enveloped my body. Where it came from I had no idea. The last I remember was walking in the cold.

I snuggled into the warm and savored the heat as long as it might last.

I can't remember when last I had been so comfortable. If felt like forever ago.

"Miss?" A man's voice says.

Before a thought could cross my mind- I've already scurried across the room, cowering in the corner.

"Miss?" The same voice says again, "it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

I try to move back even more. My heart beating out of my rib cage.
He always said that.
He always hurt me anyway.

The man left the room, moving slowly. I relax slightly, looking around the room. It's a big room. A lounge of sorts. The walls are dark blue like the night sky. The blue carpet is soft and comfortable under my bruised body. The paintings seem to comfort me. My breathing calmed down.

Where am I?

I need to go. I need to get up. My legs are too heavy. My stomach is still sore and I can't seem to find the energy to get up.

There's murmuring from outside the room. It's getting closer. My body automatically stiffens up again.

The door opens.

My blue eyes meets his dark eyes. I can't tell what color they are in the lighting. But there was a warmth in them. A warmth I haven't seen in a man's eyes since almost a year ago.

My body relaxed. I tried to stand up again. My legs trembled, but they held me up.

"How are you feeling?" the man asked softly. I try speaking, but the words seem to be stuck in my throat. I just nod.

"I brought a doctor, would you mind if she came to look at you?"

A thousand thoughts crossed my mind. She. The doctor is a woman. My head is killing me. My body is aching all over. Oh God, I don't have any money. I didn't even bring a bag.

"I- I do n- don't have money," is the only thing that eventually came out.

"You don't need money," he said his voice still soft and gentle. He motioned to someone outside the room.

The lady came into the room, she looks about as old as my grandmother. Her penny loafers were shining in the artificial light. She even had a doctor's coat on. I thought she would come right up to me, but she didn't. She went to sit on the couch in the middle of the room. Then she motioned for the man to leave. He did.

I don't know how long she sat there. Or how long I stared at her before she motioned for me to come sit next to her.

My wobbly legs moved forward without my permission and I went to sit on the couch accross from her. I put my head down, watchinh my fidgeting fingers.

"Can I examen you?" the lady asked in a surprisingly strong voice.

Can she examen me?

What will she find?

I don't like being touched.

But I'm so sore.

I guess it couldn't hurt. Maybe she sh- i felt my body nod before I gave it the instruction.