The Other Side of Reality

Part 5

*Sorry for the delay. Writing has been hard lately 

"Who were you talking to?" Devon asked you as soon as you stepped out from the back of the library. "I knew I shouldn't have let you go to the library."

"I have every right to be in the library," you argued, immediately regretting the outburst.

Devon's face turned red, his eyes nothing more than little slits as he grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the library and into a seldom-used hallway. Slamming you against the wall, he pressed his hand against your throat, trapping you there. "You will never speak to me like that again, do you understand me?"

You tried nodding, but he was holding too tight. Your eyes wide with fright, you grasped at his hand, trying to push him away. But his grip was like steel, and you couldn't move him.

Struggling against his hold, you watched as his eyes flashed blue, just for a split second before turning back to normal. Just like you had seen the Librarians. "Did your eyes...," you stuttered to a stop, immediately noticing how still Devon had become. "Wait, never mind. It's just the medicine."

"It better be," he threatened. "Because there is no way my eyes would have changed color like that. Stupid mental people."

Letting go of your neck, he stepped back. "Get back to your room. No stopping. You understand me?"

"Clear," you assured him, rushing down the hallway, holding your hand to your neck. No doubt there would a large angry bruise there tomorrow. But the nurses were used to turning a blind eye. Many a time you saw a patient walking away with a black eye, or a limp. It was best to turn a blind eye away as well, even though it hurt your heart.

Devon shoved you into your room, slamming the door shut and locking you inside your room. You knew it would only be a matter of time before he was back, with another dose of the much-hated medicine. With your back against the door, you stared in dismay at the room surrounding you.

The walls were a stark white, only the locked cabinet and the small window your only decorations. A small dresser sat against the other wall, a picture frame the only thing on top. It was your favorite possession, one of the few things that gave you comfort. A picture of you when you were a girl, being held in the arms of your Mother.

You hated this room. It felt more like a prison, with Devon your guard. Perching on the edge of your bed, you rested your head in your hands. Thinking it was only going to get worse from now on. Devon would push and push, and you feared the worst would happen. The Doctor's seemed to want you drugged most of the time, upping your medicine until you were comatose. On top of that was the strange blue eyes you hadn't decided were real or not. And the voices inside your head. How they had changed from malicious and cruel to a language you couldn't quite understand.

Then there was your relationship with Dean. If you could call it that. Going up to him in the library had been the bravest thing you had done while locked away in here. It had probably been the best, giving you the friendship that you hadn't realized you had been missing. Sure, you weren't sure you believed all of his stories completely, but you were drawn in by them. He had these moments of clarity where his sadness and heartbreak were so much that you wanted to pull him in for a hug. He was like your knight, riding in when you needed him the most. You just hoped that it wouldn't get him into trouble one day.

Without any warning whatsoever, your door was shoved open, slamming so hard against the wall that the plaster cracked. "Dinner time!" Devon exclaimed, a tray in his hands.

"But I thought...what about the cafeteria?" You asked, hoping that you could have seen Dean during dinner.

"No cafeteria for you," he answered gleefully. You could see he was quite happy about the fact, but you weren't exactly sure why. "You are under house arrest. For as long as I deem appropriate."

"But why? I haven't done anything," you started to argue, then immediately thought better of it.

Setting the tray down hard on your nightstand, Devon loomed over you, his hands resting on his hips. "Not yet. But the Doctor's worried about you. He's not sure making friends is the best thing for you right now. Rest and relaxation are what he's ordered."

"I'm to be stuck in this room?"

"For the most part. With just me for company," he winked before sitting down next to you on the bed. Immediately your senses were on high alert, and you wanted to move away from him. But you didn't, knowing the slightest move would anger him. "I think we could find a couple of ways to pass the time."

Closing your eyes, you held your breath as his hand slid up your thigh, the warmth of his touch easily reaching you through the thin blue pajama pants you wore. "Please don't," you whispered.

Growling, he pushed you down so you were laying sideways on the bed, his hand coming up to rest possessively on top of your breast. "You are mine. My possession to do with as I please. No one here will help you. Not the Doctor, not Dean. You might as well get used to it. Or not. I don't mind a fight."

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to your neck, his hand kneading your breast hard enough to hurt. His other hand moved down, sliding below the elastic of your pants. Your eyes squeezed shut, you tried to ignore it.

But as his hand slid into your panties, you could feel this rage growing inside you. A white-hot rage that had your skin boiling. Bright white lit behind your eyes, the hair on your neck standing tall. "What the...," Devon started to say, noticing the change in you as well.

"Leave me alone!" You screamed, pushing at his chest with your hands. Strength like you had never known before lifted him easily from you, crashing him into the opposite wall. Standing up, towering over him, you felt electrified, stronger than you had ever felt before. You weren't that scared, cowering girl anymore. The voices were loud, but they no longer scared you. You understood them, your eyes widening slightly as you heard Dean Winchester's name whispered over and over again. "Do not touch me again!"

"You crazy bitch!" Devon yelled at you, rushing through the door, slamming it and locking it behind him. The lights flickered, and as suddenly as the power had consumed you, it was gone. Extremely tired, you fell back on the bed, wondering what had just happened.