The Scarred Coincidence

I'm In A Place I Don't Know Where Is

                           People say seeing is believing.  But what if you can't see? Then believing won't get you anywhere.

~~~Emmalees P.O.V~~~~

I wake up with my whole body achingly sore. Not that I mind, as long as there is no pain I'm good.  I try to open my eyes but to no avail. I bring my hands to my face to find something covering it. A cloth maybe? All I know is I cant see. OMG! I can't see!

I find my legs with my hands and pull the soft material off it and throw it somewhere. I hear a soft groan and freeze. Someones in here, with me. 

I jump off the surface and land on my knees, somewhere on the floor. All I see is black. All a sudden a picture pops up in my head that I haven't seen in years. I smile to myself when I remember the Hocus Pocus reference.

'Twist the Bones and Bend The back'

'Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a'

'Trim Him Of His Baby Fat'

'Itch-it-a-cop-it-a-mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a'

' Give Him Fur as Black as Black'

'Just like thisss'

I jump out of my thoughts when a hand comes on my shoulder. I jerk back, successfully hitting my head on a cold hard surface that seems like a wall. I wrap my arm with the other one and notice tubes or wires attached to my skin. I rip em off. A clashing booming sound erupts around me. I yelp in surprise, and once again jerk back. My knees hit something behind me. I fall back against it, landing on my butt.

"Whoa. Whoa, there calm down." Something says quite close to me. I bring my hands to my face in an attempt to rip off the stuff blinding me.

"No! Stop. Don't peel it off." Someone yells beside me. I flinch and crawl away from them. Their voice sounds soft and sincere but I've learned I can not trust anyone. I continue to crawl back away from him until my back hits a wall.

I panicked. There's nowhere left to go. I wheeze and wheeze trying to get breath down my throat, but I can't breathe. I wrap my hands around my throat fumbling with my collarbone. I am hyperventilating. I open my mouth to suck in a breath, but I only get a little each time. I lay on my back accepting my fate, but not registering the male trying to comfort me.

I put my hands over my heart and close my mouth for the last time. My heart is beating out of my chest and my lungs are refusing air but somehow I lay there peacefully only allowing a little air in and out. I think of how my life has been nothing but terror and pain. But through all of that, I find the little things accepting. Like how the light illuminates my old, vague and small enclosure back at Bradens and how the dark reddish-blackish blood contrasts to my soul. Somehow always in pain but always finds comfort in it.

I hear a door slam shut in a millisecond but returns in the same amount of time. I feel someone gets nearer. Someone grabs my arm and I jolt back scared of what they would do to me. 

"It is okay." He says. It's a male. I stay in my little corner and hug my knees against my chest.

"We aren't gonna hurt you." A different person says but still a male. Men are evil. Noone can trust them.

I scoff and pick up my head towards wherever is in front of me. Suddenly to broad arms pull me to a chest. I scream and yank as hard as I can out of their hold, but they won't budge. I continue screaming until my voice cuts. I stiffen but still calm in his arm till I do the thing that will eventually get me killed. I bring my knee up and hit him where the sun doesn't shine. 

He lets go of me and a loud thud echoed in the room. I slowly step two steps away from him when two new arms wrap around me equally as strong. 

I scream and pull myself out of his grip. I can't see but I know that my face is the most anxious expression that has ever been. I put my hands in front of me, to stop the intrusion. I'm still panting, but I'm able to get my breathing under control until I hear a soft airy voice.

"What is going on here?" A guy said. He has a very tender voice. I pull my hands back to my chest and instantly become dizzy. I feel myself sway back and forth as if listening to a lullaby as the dainty man talks. I fall back slightly before more arms wrap around me. I squirm under their touch, but their arms aren't strong and masculine but thin and inviting. The sad thing is I know better to trust men, so I continue to attempt to break out of his control.

Two more broad arms, a man, picks me up bridal style with me thrashing around. If anyone saw me I knew I would look like a maniac. 

He puts me down on the surface I woke up in, similar to a bed. I scurry to the wall and breathe heavily.

"Calm down. No one is gonna hurt you," Someone says. I don't know who, but I can't help but not believe them. Everyone has always hurt me. Even the most innocent. Even people who haven't even touched me, they hurt me because they didn't help. They left me for dead, and now that's what ill be.

"Nurse, I think you should sedate her." A male said. I freak out more than I was already. My breathing becomes rapidly unstable and my heart beats out of my chest.

I feel two dainty arms on my neck and the next thing I know is a needle in my skin. The liquid enters my system and makes me feel a little sleepy, but I fight it. I can't let them hurt me anymore.

I hug my knees and cry. I cry my heart out because it might be the last time I do. I soon feel the winning battle of the dark and let it take me. One day it will take me permanently.