Fix You ~Completed~

Act Eighty-Five

"Kyla, stop! Stop! Kyla, Kyla- please! Please, please, please, stop!"

The arms around my waist were what woke me. There was a voice in my ear, trying to coax me to open my eyes. I didn't wanna open my eyes. I couldn't see what was waiting for me.

"No, no, no!" my voice sobbed.

"No, baby," the other voice sighed. "Clem, you're okay. You're okay. Look at me. Look! It's me, it's Eddie."

"Please, please..."

I stopped, forcing myself to blink my eyes open. My Eddie's face was around two inches away from my own. It startled me. "Eddie? Eddie, Eddie..."

I kept saying his name, unable to help myself.

"Clem," he breathed, smoothing back my hair. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Eddie, he's gonna kill me!" I stammered, taking him by the shirt collar. I clung to him, wishing to silence my ragged breathing. "Don't let him hurt me, please?"

He kissed my forehead, drawing me deeper into his embrace. "Nobody can hurt you."

"He was gonna kill me."

"Who was, sweetie? Kyla?"

His name was enough to break what was left of me. I shook, begging Eddie to protect me. Keep me safe, love me, make sure that asshole never touches me again.

My Eddie whispered over and over again that he would, that nothing could touch me as long as he was there. "Sweetie," he cooed when I pulled him down back under the covers with me. With my face hidden in his chest, I felt safe.

Twenty minutes later, I finally regained some grip on reality. I had cried myself into exhaustion and it was such a beautifully peaceful state. "It was just in my head, right?" I mumbled, hoping to reassure myself.

Eddie nodded. "Kyla's gone, Clemmy. He can't hurt you anymore."

I wasn't so sure of that. Despite him being dead, he still filled my dreams with monsters. My life was a mess even with him six feet under.

"Eddie, I-I'll see a doctor."

"Wait, you will?" Eddie stammered in shock.

Him and Ale had been trying to convince me for a while but I just had on interest in seeing a psychologist of any kind. We were all in (semi-secret) agreement it would be good for me. I was scared before. I still was, but I honestly believe I was more scared of what would happen if I let myself go on any longer that way than being locked in a room with a stranger for an hour or two. I told my friends, Jimmy, and Coraline about my issues. I could tell a shrink, right? They'd help me. I could be better for my family.

"I think I-I need to," I admitted, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "It's been so long since he died and I-I still feel so scared of him."

His kisses were so warm. "We can make an appointment tomorrow, okay? If you want, I can go with you, sweetie."

"Please?"

Eddie smiled at me in the dark. "I'll do anything you need me to, Clemmy."

We didn't fall back asleep. We laid in the dark, side by side, and said nothing. I could still feel Kyla, punishing me for being strong enough to leave. I could still feel the desperation to get away, to run to Eddie just as I should have so many times but never did.

I wrapped my arm around my boyfriend, sighing deeply. In the end, I had run to Eddie, and it was all that saved my life. Maybe love didn't make me as weak as I'd always assumed, at least not with Ed.

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