Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

3: Hear My Cries

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I laid on the couch after I finally arrived home from one of the most dreadful days. Maybe it was the gloomy weather of Detroit that kept my mind under the weather.

I held a decorative pillow close to my chest, thinking about the encounter.

"Gah!" I yelped and I threw the soft pillow against the ceiling, and it came straight down to my face, "oof!"

I hugged the pillow tightly against my face, smothering myself.

How could I have run into him?!

I clutched onto the soft fabric, my nails created a scratching noise against the sheet.

What are the odds I'd run into him again?!

I groaned into the softness against me, while I continued to allow the pillow suffocate me.

Now he knows where I work.

I tossed and turned around in my couch.

My mind pictured his face when I breathed against his lips at the party. His parted lips were slightly trembling from nervousness, but his half lidded eyes were lit with excitement. His big hands gently squeezed the top of mine. My drunk mind and body had lusted for him. I wanted him so bad.

My almost drunk mistake.

I finally let myself breathe, and I gasped as I took in some fresh air. I blinked as my eyes bored at the ceiling.

"I knew I should've never gone to that party..." I breathed under my breath.

"I said if we met again, it's meant to be!"

I hugged my pillow tighter than ever, bringing it close as humanly as possible to my body. I felt my body tense up as I thought about his firm words. The heat of my blood rushed to my cheeks, flushing them into the color I didn't want to admit.

The familiar smell around in my house should've calmed my nerves. The familiar setting of my black and white furnitures should have rested my mind.

But all I could think of was him.

Rupert.

I groaned, closing my eyes.

I'm not even remotely close to being ready for someone, something, anything!

I sighed, my closed eyes only envisioned a black sight. I thought about him, and why he was even there to begin with.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, reaching back into our short time with each other.

That's right.

I opened them back up, and I could see him in my mind with the crowd of angry people. Their eyes were burning with fire and rage. Their sympathy was transformed into fury. Their cries could even be heard in the buildings. Not their words, but their passion.

He's an animal rights activist.

I gasped to myself slightly.

Does he think I killed those dogs?

I dug my fingernails into the pillow, threatening to burst it open and fluff it out.

I didn't even-

I shook my head vigorously.

Why do I even give a shit if he thinks that?

I sat up from my couch, and turned the TV on to distract myself from the thoughts I shouldn't even be having in the first place.

The TV screened a group of protesters, chanting to ban androids for good.

"I'm here with Christian Alonzo, the leader of the protest," the reporter spoke through the roars. "Christian, what is your reason for getting rid of androids?"

"Listen, they should've never been free to begin with. We should've just eliminated them when they deviated and started killing humans. Why are we even out here working and being friends with them?!"

"Should androids revert back into machines and work for us?"

"No. We should shut them down for good. How do we know they aren't planning something bigger? Or worse? Androids were made to serve us, and they stopped doing that. So what purpose is there to keep them around?"

I shook my head, a deep sigh escaped my mouth as my shoulders slumped.

This isn't what Markus fought for.

My heart pounded against my ribcage violently. Suddenly my eardrums could hear the beating as if it was next to my wounded heart.

This isn't what Connor died for.

I turned to the next channel, hoping to see something that would entertain me rather than have me caught up in my emotions.

I didn't want to think about him anymore. I wanted to move past it.

I tightened my grasp around my remote with the verge of breaking it.

But everyday, something would remind me of him.

I fixed my attention back on the TV, and it was an android on the screen...

... with all of his body parts ripped off his body. His head was crushed into million pieces. No one could identify his face at that point. His body drowned in the pool of his blue blood. He was at the point where CyberLife themselves couldn't repair him.

It was as if the person who had killed him wanted to send a message.

My eyes widened at the horrific scene, a trembled gasp got caught in my throat. My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach.

Who would-

My heart continued to twist and turn, as it pained me to see someone tortured to the point they couldn't be identified.

"We've discovered this scene with thirium painted on the walls that read 'no more androids' that was signed off from someone that goes by the name of 'Bot Killer.'"

I instantly turned the TV off, shivers ran up and back down my spine. Cold beads of sweat ran from my temples down to my jawline. Sadness welled up within my body and caused me to shudder. My heart couldn't take anymore for the day.

I hate this.

I ran to my bed, hiding under the blankets. I wanted to hide from the cruel world I was placed in. I wanted to run away from the karma I deserved.

I squeezed my eyes and tears slipped through my eyes.

I don't want to be alive in this world.

I sobbed against my pillow, trying my hardest to tune out my cries by suffocating myself.

The comfort of Tyson's warmth wasn't present to calm my aching heart.

I wish you took me with you, Connor.

I cried and cried until I fell asleep, where I could temporarily be away from the world.

My days of being awake was my true nightmare.