It was all too much!
Sheenah was still on her bed, numb from the pain. Her eyes were red and sore, her throat dry and hoarse and her body weak and drained. She couldn't cry anymore, she just stayed in the same position, feeling absolutely nothing.
That was an upgrade from the pain, right?
She had sounds, then laughter, but couldn't identify the voices. She didn't want to.
"That's crazy." Somebody said, making the others laugh. Soon the door to their room opened but she still didn't look up. She wanted to be alone. Needed to be alone.
"Hey Abigail," Lilly teased, and even with the fact that she loathed the name, she just wasn't in the mood. Kendy must have noticed because she was the first to materialize beside her, concern and worry on her pretty face.
"What's wrong?"
She jumped straight, no; 'are you okay?' Or 'is anything wrong?', which she would have in all honesty answered yes and no, respectively. Kendy was an observer, a very keen one. She had perfected it after years of having to take care of her younger sister after their parents tragic death. Her big sister mode was surely welcomed right now.
"Are you okay?" Lilly asked, all traces of teasing now gone.
"Of course she's not Lilly. Look at her." Tash said.
"Not now you two." Kendy scolded, going and sitting on Sheenah's bed, rubbing her back after making her sit. "What's wrong?" She repeated her question again, her voice much softer. Reminding Sheenah of Mam Rose.
"Anything good you touch gets destroyed. See Mam Rose for example!"
The words burned her heart, making her release a whimper. The girls surrounded her, worried about their friend.
"Jack." She whispered hoarsely, her voice rough from all the crying.
Sheenah was expecting the groans that'd usually come at the mention of Jack's name. The eye rolls and everything. But nothing happened. The girls remained quiet, waiting for her to continue.
Was she ready to talk? Did she want to talk?
"What triggered it?" Lilly asked, all too knowing since she had actually been the one who had rescued her best friend from the guy.
Sheenah thought about the trigger, "Reigner I guess. I don't know."
"Did he hurt you? That bastard." Tash cussed, getting defensive.
"No!" Sheenah defended, now feeling guilty. "Far from it."
"We were out on a butterfly pavilion, I kissed him but then the moment I did, 'you destroy everything good you touch' kept ringing in my head. I tried shutting it off, I really did but it wouldn't go, then boom, it's Jack all over again." She chuckled dryly, trying to lighten the moment. The girls just looked at her for a moment, no one speaking. They knew the story, they just never thought it was as messed up as it was.
Sheenah breathed in deeply, before recalling her story with Jack to her girls. They knew, but she wanted to talk. To speak it out loud. She wanted to hear how the words would sound like in her ears. So she spoke about it.
"...so when it happened for the first time, I thought to myself: he was drunk, he'll come around and apologize, then we'll go back to normal. But he never apologized. We never went back to normal. When it happened again, it was I think three days later. Funny thing, nothing triggered him. He just came at me. Insults after insults. I'd cry and hope he'd never do it again. But they became a regular thing. Jack became a drunkard and an emotional manipulator. Right before my eyes.
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General Fiction"Free yourself." To some she was just a pretty doctor. To others she was a young successful woman who life had been good to. To few she was a broken soul that was trying to pick up her broken pieces. There was always an idea of what Sheenah was, or...
