"Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?"
~Sigmund Freud~

Brooklyn's fingers brushed lightly across the palm of her hand, tracing the same circle over and over. The feeling was still fresh in her mind, despite a few days having passed. Whenever she looked at her hand all she could think of was that boy, and the feeling that she had when their hands touched. She couldn't even begin to explain what it felt like. It had passed through her body in a matter of seconds, but changed her more than she knew. Her thoughts quickly drifted to the boy, Felix. Such a strange name, so foreign, yet something about it was so.

Familiar.

The same could be said about the boy himself. There was something about him, something she just couldn't place. She'd never met him before, yet she knew she could trust him.

"Look boys! Its our favourite plaything. Oh Brooklyn!" Austin's voice rang out across the park. Brooklyn remained on the park bench, unfazed as Austin and his pack of idiots approached her. She looked up. Austin was standing in front of her and six of his mates stood around him.

"What is it this time Austin?" Brooklyn hummed as she turned her attention back to her hand, grasping to regain her train of thought.

"Oh come on now. You could at least pretend to be happy to see me." He smirked and sat down beside her. He reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

"Sorry, I don't waste my time on people like you." She snapped, wanting him to just leave her be.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?"

She groaned in frustration. "Let me be clear." She paused. "I don't waste my time on pathetic narsassistic brats like you!" She growled lowly, hoping her insult would bruise his ego.

"Pathetic huh? You know Brooklyn, for someone who is supposed to be so smart you don't know a whole lot." He stood slowly, towering over her. Brooklyn raised a brow in confusion.

"What do yo-" There wasn't enough time for her to anticipate what he did next. Before she could even finish her sentence, Austin wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her to the ground. Both he and his mates took a few steps back, forming a circle around Brooklyn. 

"Leave me alone Austin."

He knelt down beside her, his lips inches from her ear. "Looks like your the pathetic one sweetheart."

The world froze.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A shiver ran down her spine.

His words sent her thoughts into a downward spiral. Hurling towards the dark parts of her mind that she kept hidden away. It embedded itself deep in the darkest parts of her mind.

Her head spun and she suddenly found herself on the ground. Her vision became blurred as did her hearing. She could see vague outlines and hear distant whispers from the boys that stood before her, yet she could think of nothing else but Austin's words. The dark and wild thoughts crept closer towards the front of her mind, daring to make an escape from the depth of her mind. Brooklyn pushed against them, trying to stop the wall in her mind from crumbling. She felt herself being pulled to her feet by one of the boys. She shook her head lightly, shaking the wild thoughts back down. Her vision and hearing cleared and she was able to see Austin standing right in front of her. A cruel smirk crept onto his face as he curled up his fists.

"God you really are pathetic."

Smack!

His fist connected with her stomach and she doubled over. Her mind ran wild and the wall began to fracture.

Whack!

Another blow to the stomach.

The voices and thoughts pushed harder. Brooklyn pushed back, trying to hold the wall together.

Austin continued his assault, punching her wherever he pleased. And with every punch, the thoughts in her mind grew stronger and more desperate to escape. Brooklyn fought hard. She pushed them back as much as they could. When she felt her body was about to collapse, Austin shook her shoulders, forcing her to come to her senses. Brooklyn's eyes met with his and she watched as excitement danced in his eyes. He balled up his fist, ready to deliver the last devastating blow. Brooklyn closed her eyes, having accepted her fate.

And for one tiny second, she stopped fighting the thoughts in her mind.

And that was enough for them to break through.

Brooklyn waited for Austin's fist to meet her face, yet she felt nothing. Slowly she peeled her eyes open to find that both Austin and his mates were staring at her in shock. At first she didn't notice. But her eyes soon travelled to where all the boys were looking. Austin's fist had never met her face, because she had caught it. She looked in utter disbelief at her outstretched arm which had halted Austin's assault on her.

"H-How did you-"

Brooklyn quickly retracted her hand. Austin looked at her in complete confusion. She had been one punch away from unconsciousness, yet she had stopped him dead in his tracks. Brooklyn's attention once again returned to the wall in her mind. Thats when she noticed it. A small crack. A hairline fracture in the wall she had built within her mind. Something had escaped. Something had broke through.

"I-I, I d-don't........" She fumbled on her words, her eyes flickering between the boys. Without saying another word Brooklyn darted away from the park and towards the beach.

Soon enough she smelt the familiar salty breeze. She ran down onto the sand, her shoes sinking into the soft surface. She ran her fingers through her hair.

"What the hell is going on?" She whispered to herself. Something wasn't right. She felt.

Different.

Something in her mind was different, something had escaped from the prison in her mind. Slowly she sunk to the ground, her hands running through the soft white sand. Slowly the sand slipped through her fingers, just the same as the thoughts in her mind. She couldn't understand it. Why had Austin caused the thoughts to want to break free. What was it about what he said? As the thoughts flew through her mind, Brooklyn soon slipped into a the one place she could be free from them all.

Sleep.

As she lay curled up in the sand, her mind was free to revel in it's achievements. The thoughts in the depths of her mind cheered. They had made their first move and fractured the wall in her mind. The one he forced her to create. And they were just getting started. The were determined to break through. To show Brooklyn what she could no longer see.

Because in order to win the war, she had to remember who and what she was fighting.

And more importantly, how she was going to destroy him.

Okaaaaayyyyyy. Don't hate me, I struggle to write filler chapters like these. I'm not super happy with this chapter, but it's the best I'm going to get. I promise it will get better 😊🙊
xx Neverlandbeliever

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