Dark Desires

Chapter 5

Hey guys it's me. I am sorry for the short chapter, but I felt like that was a good stopping point. I am also dedicating part of this chapter to my friend _zuana  for giving me the idea for her to remember everything. ~IZZY
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You were cold and shaking when you woke up. A cold sweat covering your face and hands. You wanted to speak. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a kind of muffled moan. You blinked a few times noticing someone get up from the chair across from your bed. They didn't feel like they were gonna hurt you. Quite the opposite actually. You heard them walk into the bathroom and turn on the water in the bathtub. Then they turned on the sink. It sounded almost like they were filling up a cup. You heard a few seconds later that they turned it off. You heard the person walk out of the bathroom crouching down in front of you.

     Sally was in front of you. Just looking at you, with sadness in her brown, lost, eyes. "Drink." She said lifting your head a little. You felt the cool water run down your throat as the memories Of what happened came flooding back. You let a tear fall down your cheek. "Oh honey. I'm sorry." You gently whipped the tear from your cheek. "Come on." She helped you sit up. "I ran you a bath. You need to relax and get all of this off of you." She said as she helped you stand up. You didn't  know what she meant by 'all of this'. She was talking about the blood that covered your from head to toe. Sally got as much as she could off the night before, but she couldn't get everything. You both walked to the bathroom, putting most of your weight against her. You walked into the bathroom where Sally started taking off your clothes. She pulled off your sweatshirt first, then she pulled off your shoes and socks. Then she pulled off your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. She undid your hair then turned around so you could take off your bra and panties. You unclasped your bra and pulled off your panties. Stepping into the tub you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You looked dead. You had dark circles under your eyes and some dried blood on the side off your face, but what scared you the most was your eyes. They were blank. They looked so empty. The once beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, were dull and lifeless. I look like a zombie. You thought looking away from the mirror.

     You hadn't realized that Sally had turned around and was now watching you. Her face turned bright red. She walked towards you. Putting one of her hands against your upper back and the other in front of you as a kind of hold, so you could grab onto her and not fall. You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding as the warm water covered your body.

     Sally grabbed the cup sitting on the end of the tub and poured water onto your hair. You looked at the water slowly turning a light shade of red. You moved your hand through the water. Watching as the water rippled. As she applied soap on to your wet hair you grabbed one of her hands. You held on to it, bringing it to your chest. You held it there as you started to cry. Your body was shaking. Your lips were quivering. You were drained. Emotionally and physically. You wanted the world to give you a break, something good. You thought maybe Sally might be the good that you needed. You looked at her face. You saw the tears fall out of her eyes as you lifted on of your hands to wipe them off. She didn't care that your hands were still covered in blood, and frankly neither did you. You just wanted her to be happy. You wanted her to be happy with you. You leaned in and kissed her, but when you did everything came flooding back. All of the missing time. You remembered everything. What you had seen. What you had heard. You remember Sally standing behind March as you blacked out. You remember what Sally did to you in the elevator. You wanted more of her, but you also wanted all those other people to pay. To suffer for what they have done to you, but they were already dead. You thought about March as you pulled away. You put your forehead against Sally's as you whispered. "I know." You turned back putting your legs against your chest. Letting Sally wash the soap out of your hair. You thought that maybe March was right. It needed to be bigger, better, than Johns work. It needed to be bigger and better. You weren't going to do the same thing. You were going to make it the best March had ever seen. You were going to make sure the world knew what this place was and what it could do. You were gonna show the world who James Patrick March really was, and what he could do if you weren't careful.