Recommence ° Edward Cullen[Rewriting]

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Chapter Fifteen | I've Got You, Love

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Alex had gone home immediately after the conversation with Luke. She couldn't stomach returning back to school, to rooms filled with people and noise and stuffy air when the beast in her mind was as restless as she was. Her skin crawled with the feeling of being watched when really, she knew that was impossible. Or well, so she hoped.

She was well aware of what Luke had said but she didn't trust him at all—not after everything he had done to her, upending her life in one fell swoop. Trust had nothing to do with the fact that she believed him, however. Alex had to take that chance, in particular, when the lives of her family was put in jeopardy.

Luke was not only a stranger but a prisoner as well. He was desperate. He'd do anything to escape the clutches of the Organization and knowing that, she knew it was only a matter of time. But she didn't know how much she had. How much time before a life she had thought she had escaped, one she couldn't even fully remember, once again became her reality. And so, here she was, fidgeting anxiously as she sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed, trying desperately to ground herself in her current reality.

"You're in your room, Misstresss. What do you ssee?" Ember had been repeating this for an hour or so now, the woman mindlessly complying and muttering what objects she could see and it did enough as Alex could stay just out of reach of the memories that threatened to resurface. But they both knew it wouldn't last long. Ember could only do so much, an advanced species but an animal nonetheless. The serpent, as long as she had been with Alex, didn't know how to handle panic attacks.

Her abilities to help were limited and Alex was slowly falling victim to the flashes of light that occurred just outside of her vision, the woman glancing up. It wasn't her ceiling that greeted her but blinding, white lights, the heat unforgiving as the light radiation burned into her flesh from hours upon hours on the operating table. 

It was an unpleasant contrast to the chilling metal of the table beneath her, to the metal restraints that bit into her wrists, neck, ankles and torso. ". . . Misstresss. . . you . . . ssee?" Ember's voice echoed, sounding muffled to her ears as masked faces appeared above hers, above the table she was bound to. 

No. The voice echoed in her mind as did the faint buzzing of a tool. . . a bone saw. Weakly—it felt like she was drugged—she tried to struggle, to get her body as far away from the piercing noise as she could but there was a thick metal band that prevented her from lifting her head, the restraint one among the many wrapped around her head. Underneath, she felt the numerous leather straps of the muzzle she wore. 

Why am I back here? Alex could feel the saw as it mercilessly sliced, going until it hit bone. When it did, the being trapped inside her mind flared, pushing at every corner, expanding into a space where it could barely be held at first and it created a sense of agony almost rivalling the feel of her limb being severed.