Returned But Broken

~Chapter Six~

I sat uncomfortable, Dr. Hazel in front of me. They had told George I needed a girl he understood but left hesitantly. But making him leave didn't seem to change this uncomfortable feeling I had of being in this room. I sat, typically, on a brown leather couch her across from me in a short pencil skirt her lips coated in a red lipstick as they curved up in a friendly smile.

"Let's start shall we," she said and shifted in her seat. I pulled my knees to my chest Blaze's jacket still around me from yesterday. "So when you were kidnapped what do you remember about that day."

Same question, "I don't know it's been so long," I whispered.

Hazel smiled at me softly, "It's okay sweetie I'm not going to judge you," she said.

"I was in my bed after the celebration," I said softly, "My window opened and red eyes appeared in front of me then nothing."

She wrote something down then her grey eyes met mine surprised I could remember so much, "How were you treated?"

"Okay," I said it coming out as a question. "I was treated with regular healthy meals then when I turned eight it stopped."

"What happened?"

"They said I turned old enough to survive their bites. They started to feed off me giving my blood to newborns. My food was a small piece of bread each day and a bottle of water that had to last all week."

She nodded and wrote something down, she turned serious and looked at me. "What was their rules?"

"I couldn't talk at all or I'd get beaten," I said softly wincing at the memories.

"What did they do to beat you?" she asked.

"They kicked me, punched me, fed off me..." I trailed off not wanting to say the other stuff.

"It's okay tell me," she said softly. My mind fought with me, if I told her it meant reopening the wounds I had taken so long to heal. To explain to her all the pain only so she could jot down bullet pointed lists in her black spiral bound notebook. But with each question I found myself opening up more to stranger.

"I was nine and they had gotten a new batch of newborns. They wanted my blood to taste like a drug to the newborns so they injected something in me. It was like some sleeping potion, I don't remember," I stopped suddenly as if to say I couldn't remember anymore. But the truth is that with each word I remember every horrible detail. The pain of each slap felt fresh my to cheeks. But she kept me going with a pointed look to the glass of ice water and her own rapidly writing words down on her paper.

"It made me dizzy and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up and had bruises all over my legs and, my body hurt all over. They said they had shown me a good time and I really enjoyed it but-but I couldn't move and my body ached."

She gasped covering her mouth obviously I knew later on what had happened. It's horrid to think someone could think of doing such a thing to a young and innocent girl. But he had, to the, I wasn't a girl. I was bag of blood. I now had tears escaping my eyes and I held back a sob cuddling into the warmth of Blaze's hoodie. But it brought me no comfort as I ached to be in his comforting touch. Standing up I darted from the room stumbling as the tears blurred my vision. Dr. hazel called after me but I was long gone. Darting down hallways till I ran into a warm hard body.

Blaze.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and cried into his chest letting my emotions fly as he picked me up. He growled protectively and held me closer smoothing out my hair, I cried harder and harder holding on to him as if my life depended on it. I don't want to talk to any more doctors or whatever. I don't want to tell anyone what happened to me, I want it all to stay a secret. It was better that way.