Limitless

Refrain or Restrain

Italics is flash backs for this chapter. WARNING: could be triggering.

Alone; that's what I was. They were dead and gone and that was on me. A moment of hesitation, or weakness. That's all it took for them to be taken forever. A moment, a singular moment that lasted no more than a second. That's what it took for them to be taken from me.

Running after my parents through the woods. We all ran with labored breathing. Tears were streaming down my face making it harder for me to breath. We were being chased by a group of people but no matter how many questions I would ask they just told me to keep running. Finally after about an hour of nothing but sprinting we stopped. My mother came up to me her light brown hair a mess in her face from all the running.

"Baby, Adeline, look at me you need to run." She stated cupping my cheeks in her hands. Opening my mouth to protest she stopped me with a firm "Don't."

My father came up behind her to tell her that it was time. My father pulled a dagger from his jacket pocket and an involuntary whimper escaped me.

"Look at me Adeline, we love you." She stated tears forming in her blue eyes. "We love you so much." She pulled me to her kissing my forehead lightly. "You need to run. Don't stop until you get home we will meet you there, I promise."

Those were the last words my mother had said to me. That she would meet me there, she promised. A pained sob left my mouth and I clamped my hand over my mouth trying my hardest to stay quiet. Behind my hand I was screaming on the sobs that left me. The memory playing on repeat behind my closed eye lids. Promises were always broken, I hated them.

I did as they said and didn't stop running until I made it to my doorstep. Slamming the door behind me caused me to flinch at the loud noise. I looked at my hands that were covered in blood. I shrunk back away from the blood. The blood was my mothers. Running up the steps of the stairs I stripped my clothes throwing them deep into the hamper. I climbed in the shower washing away the blood from my body.

The floor of the shower was tainted pink. The hot water across the fresh wound on my side caused me to wince. Once all the blood was gone I climbed from the shower and rushed to get dressed taking a moment to tend to the wound on my side.

As soon as I was dressed my shoes were back on in the off chance that I had to run again. I paced back and forth in the living room of the house. Flinching at any sound in the small space. I rung my hands through my hair. Where were they? They should've been right behind me. Maybe I should go back. They could need me. What if they were hurt?

With a whimper I fell back into the seats of the couch just praying they were okay. Covering my face with my hands.

The bathroom was quiet besides my broken sobs. Taking a breath became a struggle. Placing my head between my knees I tried desperately to force a breath. My breathing was ragged and painful. It sounded more like wheezing than breathing. My hands were placed firmly on my forehead and my mouth. My sobs becoming more and more broken the more I thought. Opening my eyes I saw black spots and knew if I didn't get my breathing under control I would pass out. Pulling my phone from my pocket I tried to text Lydia.

My fingers fumbled with the phone, my hands being to shaky to do what I need them to. I laid my head against the door trying desperately to get the air that my lungs desired. The wheezing left my lips feeling numb. A knock sounded on the door and I whimpered at the sound.

"Adeline, hey what's wrong?" Scott pleaded from the other side of the door sounding panicky. He could hear my wheezing, my cries.

Another broken sob left me at the sound of his voice. I could feel the way he was pressed against the door just wanting to be let in.