One Person Can Make Such A Difference- Josh Hutcherson FanFic

Josh Hutcherson FanFic Part 16

I hated keeping these secrets. They were tearing me up inside, but there I was keeping them for so long. No matter how much it hurt me I knew I couldn't turn them in, they were like family- hell, they were family! They were my family and they had such big secrets. I didn't agree to any of it and yet I had to keep it a secret for so long, but there you go, that was my life in a nutshell. All my emotions and thoughts flooded back to me. Murder. 

Blood. It seemed to be everywhere in my life. But this was more than anything i'd seen before. And worse still it was mine. All of it. I was shaking, so much, i couldn't stop. The pain was excrutiating, yet I was taking it. I knew I could get through it... the loss of blood was making me slightly dizzy so the images began to blurr in my mind.  I was lying on the ground in pain, shaking so much, so so much.  I didn't quite understand what was happening to me yet, or even why I was hurt this much, but as the images played through my mind- blurred as they were- I managed to gather some information. 

This was no accident, no falling over and scraping my knee. There was gashes, straight up my leg, all over my stomach, they weren't deep enough to mark but they were bad. But not from me... Someone else. Someone else was doing this to me, but as I began to snap out of the memory I couldn't quite tell who it was. But it was a woman. I couldn't distinguish her face, but I knew from the hair and the body that it was a woman.

The imaged faded in my mind and the red of blood dissaperated into blackness...

I opened my eyes once again. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could tell I was sweating a bit, I began to slow my breathing and blinked a few times to bring the hallway into focus. "Caitlyn.... What happened? What was it? Are you okay?" Connor was stood right by me with my face in his hand, leaning me against himself to support me. 

"Shit!" I slowed my breathing even more in attempt to calm my self and pushed Connors hand off my face. "What the FUCK was that!" My head was pounding and my legs ached, I steadied my self but faltered quickly and fell against the wall. After a few attempts of standing by myself without shaking I slid down the wall to a sit. 

"What? What... did you see?" Connor stood in front of me, cautiously eyeing my up incase I went into breakdown.

I couldn't help but laugh at this, leading to more funny looks from him. "I'm fine, I mean ... I don't know! I was hurt, really really hurt, in my memory, but i don't know." Connor looked at me questioningly so I carried on explaining. "Sorry, i don't know.. what I saw, i was hurt. Someone was hurting me-" Connor frowned intrigued to hear more and sat down beside me "- i don't know who, but it was a woman. I know it was a secret, I didn't tell anyone, because it was my family. So I guess it was a woman in my family, hurting me. But I don't know why. Or when. Or who exactly." It was going through my mind so quickly, I was sat there trying to peice the puzzle up, but I couldn't quite understand it all. "Murder. The word 'murder' some how triggered it. Maybe she was hurting me because of a murder? Maybe, she murdered someone and I knew about it and she didn't want me to tell- therefore 'secret'? Right? Or... I don't know." 

Connor slid his hand into mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "It sounds complicated, and weird..." 

I smiled, this is one memory I definitely just wanted to forget. "Yeah I guess it is, and you know what? I just want to forget this, I don't care who did this or why, all that matters is i'm here and i'm with Josh, and it's time to avenge my father's murder." With that I stood up confidently, pulled Connor up with me and left him in the hall way to go into my room. A curiosity grew over me and I bolted the door locked, then casually as I could, pulled off my bottoms revealing my legs. 

I sat on the bed and examined them, no scars, not many scratches- apart from recent ones of course- and no stitches.  Maybe what I remembered wasn't real, I was so confused. But greatful that my legs weren't scarred for life- lliterally.  I smiled slightly to my self, unbolted the door and began to get ready for the day ahead of me.