Touched

Five, Two Halves of a Heart

'unfold the world which i now only wish to know'

Despite the abundance of sleep, I have gotten, my head is still throbbing behind my eyes and the blood they feed me while I was half-conscious has healed any wounds I have. The sharp pain of all the trauma and violence is still knocking around my brain, like it's right around the corner to take me out again.

The warmth that feel inclined to have me surrounded with is absent when I wake up on the fourth day of my captivity, my eyes dry and red raw from the rubbing and crying they say I do; even in my sleep.

I may not have had the best, or happiest childhood, I may have thought about death more times than I would like to admit to anyone. That doesn't mean I am automatically content with someone telling me I am a prisoner, within the walls that had me on the brink of death more than once. I wasn't ready to let go of life, if I was why would I still be here for them to take, I had plans to change my life; improve it.

I just wasn't quite ready to make changes quite that big. There was a morbid comfort in the unhappiness I was shrouded with and the longing for those happy moments that I seemed to have cherished more than ever.

My brain still anticipates the scorching pain of the bodies once critical injuries, every time I move, or roll out of bed I brace myself for it. Only to be perfectly fine on the outside. Selena's clothes are nothing like the second-hand clothing I would buy when I worked a public holiday and could treat myself on another essential.

It was to her displeasure that I asked for the simplest clothes she had, there was a pout on her lovely face when she was forced to put away the leather pants, she had handed me. The jeans, shirt and jumper she ended up handing me, looked like they were covered in a layer of dust and had never been worn before.

A gift Kyle had bought her when they were travelling... over thirty years ago. They look so much like me that I can't really fathom just how old they are, Kyle had placed them in one of the drawers next to the door because I had no reason to change out of the sleepwear they had gotten.

Turns out they had someone go and purchase the sets because Selena and Kyle, both normally slept naked and by slept, they meant anytime spent in bed was for sex, or lounging after sex. It had made sleeping in their bed, and cock blocking slightly awkward.

I can't find any further instructions, but the clothes left on the end of the bed, instead of tucked into their draw means that I can finally leave the room. It leaves me excited because there's only so much one can do within four dark grey walls and with two books.

I am glad at the possibility of getting to eat somewhere else, the food is lovely don't get me wrong, but I find myself stressing about leaving crumbs on the floor. They had first told me that eating in the bed was okay, and while I would do that at home, I was too paranoid about leaving crumbs in their bed to do it here.

They're an odd couple, seeming content and unphased by the bond that seems to be growing stronger the more time we spend together, and more often than not one of them are touching me at one time. I know they said feeling warmth isn't something they are accustomed too, but I am not sure how it works, because they don't feel cold either.

My shoeless feet are swinging before me as I stay perched on the edge bed waiting for me, even though they wait for me to fall asleep each night, they are always gone when I wake up. With breakfast on my bedside table, they are nowhere to be seen, so I sit on the floor and talk to myself.

Getting out of her is exciting but voyaging into a castle, full to the brim with Vampires that hold even less compassion than Rhydian, isn't exactly my idea of fun. More than once I have found myself stuck on the fact that of course this happened to me, with the rocky way my life has always been, how could I not be the one stuck like this.