From another World, meeting you

Back from the dead

Ella POV:

"Tell me what you know! Now!" a black-haired woman shouted at me, before letting go of another curse on me, which caused my left ankle to swell up and getting so painful my weight no longer able to carry. "Go to hell" I reply to her and the next moment everything turned black and I found myself in a memory again.

"Today we play international ball," shouted my PE teacher, a man of Indian descent, he was a strict teacher, but tolerated that my classmates bullied each other or me. I withdrew inconspicuously, knowing very well what the game would end up in, instead of throwing someone off with a foam ball until one of the teams had no more players and had lost.

As always, it would end up throwing off the unloved classmates with a football simply because they couldn't suffer one. And before I pulled back far enough, a ball hit me on my shoulder, not some ball, but a gymnastics ball, a hard and, above all, heavy ball. The whole class laughed as I left the room, fighting with tears because of the pain.

"Have you had enough? Tell us what we want to know" the same black-haired woman asked me, "Are you deaf or don't you understand what we're saying?" one wanted to know more and they started terrorizing my body again with long-gone injuries, I had lost all sense of time,  I had to experience every painful memory twice, it had shown me again how shit so many people had been and why I preferred to be alone, trust meant pain.

Slowly it became too much, I couldn't stand the pain, everything hurt, the memories kept coming, no matter how much I tried to suppress them, how my father kept letting me feel that I was worth nothing, I was stupid, ugly and to blame for everything. How could I have dared to be born as a left-hander?

Everything turned black and this time painless darkness greeted me, no ghosts of my past.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the bus, on the way home, an uneasy feeling flooded me as I looked backwards, across the turntable to the five-row bus, I could see Mia and Ben leashing a knife from a  sharpener. Luckily, the bus went up first, so I would get off in front of Mia and Ben, they lived in a different part of the village than me. The bad feeling intensified, even before the bus stopped, I stood by the door and as soon as the door opened I was outside. I ran as fast as I could, but Ben caught up with me quickly and stopped me. Paralyzed in fear, I saw Mia cut me in the arm, two cuts were just, but I would wear them for the rest of my life. As soon as Ben let me go, I ran down the mountain, home, where my mother doctored the cuts and my father blamed me.

This time I opened my eyes and felt the pain on my arm, I was no longer in this cabin, but in a bedroom and someone had patched up my arm. It was dark and yet I could see everything, lucky not to be night blind.
My left knee hurt as if someone was ramming knives in and pulling it out again,  I was leaning against the head piece of the bed, I was trying to get my breathing under control. The  mattress gave in under the weight of Elijah, I could feel his presence without looking in his direction,  Elijah put his hand on my right hand, the touch alone, should show me that I was not alone.

I tried to push back all the memories, all back into the chest I had put on years ago, so as not to be swept away by them. I didn't want to be influenced by my father, he had never been a real father, even Klaus was a better father in his way than I had ever known. Elijah  pulled the thin sheet that served as a blanket over my legs, he still hadn't said a word,  I didn't know if I could say a word at all, let alone answer the questions..

The next time I opened my eyes, I was alone. There was only one note next to me, °In the bathroom is fresh clothes, be careful with your knee. E. °  No word about the witches, absolutely nothing. Next to his bed stood crutches,  i got up carefully, with the help of the crutches I could get to the bathroom and there lay as Elijah had written, a T-shirt, wide pants because my knee was painfully swollen and fresh underwear. The thought that Elijah  knew exactly what I was wearing in underwear was going to worry me,  but it didn't. I didn't care.

The memories I had to go through, had to hear my father again and again, how he found me incapable, stupid, ugly and hated me because I was not a boy. It showed me no matter how much I wanted to go back to my world, I didn't belong there anymore. I struggled to move because someone had so connected my knee that the bandage fixed the kneecap, the witches who had tormented me were death. I knew it the moment Elijah touched my hand. Consciously or unconsciously, he had conveyed to me that the witches who had worked with Julilette were death. Only Juliette was still alive.

As I limped back into his bedroom, Elijah waited for me, he sat on the edge of his bed and looked at me. "I don't fall over straight away, I might just be a human being, but I don't fall over directly," I remarked slightly hostilely, Elijah did not escape my tone. "I haven't seen a person who can endure two weeks of torture of the witches  and then still lives," Eijah said, standing up. He approached me, "I'm not going to ask you how you're doing, that's clear, but Camille would like to talk to you,"he told me, letting me go, rather humbling with crutches, but he didn't patronise me. He let me make my own decision, with small steps, he led me to a balcony where Cami was already waiting for us, with breakfast. Only now did it come through to me that the witches had tortured me with memories for two weeks, time and again they had conjured up old injuries, twice to three times stronger than the injuries had ever been.

Cami looked at Elijah and changed a look with him, Elijah left me alone with Cami as soon as Isat. "How are you?" Cami asked me, "As if 10 tanks drove over me," I replied, it really felt like that and then something had changed to Elijah.

I was afraid to find out what had changed. "Elijah told me that his blood has not healed every injury, it has to do with your earthly angel side," she continued, and modeled me. "And he's worried about you," she added.

I looked at her, but I didn't answer her. Cami  certainly wanted me to talk to her about the time with the witches,  I wanted to bury the memories and never talk about them again.

"According to Freya, the witches tried to break you with old memories, if they did, why didn't they search for and use the information  they wanted?"  genutzt haben?" "Because  she has too strong a will for it, if she doesn't want something, it doesn't happen, and the spells used to conjure up painful memories don't need as much energy as it takes to block it,"  Freya explained, joining Cami and me, Elijah wasn't back yet. "Yesterday I tried with Elijah as an anchor to interrupt the memories of those who conjured up witches in a kind of continuous loop, but the blockage for knowledge  was strong and connected with the memories, so we could only wait and hope that the spell loses power quickly enough," she added, sat down with us. She handed me a glass, "Drink this please," she asked me and I drank from the contents of the glass.  It tasted horribly sweet, with a metallic aftertaste.

But the pain in the knee decreased somewhat, so Freya had mixed a potion with Elijah's blood to heal the injuries. "You are extraordinarily strong for your young years," she added, explaining to me that in all the years she had to spend with Dahlia, she had never seen anyone with such mental strength. Since I was here, my gift must have increased threefold. Cami looked at Freya worryingly,  ein earthly angels with her gift would get the strength about 90 years, but not at my age.

"And then the time, besides the fact that you don't come from our world, it's extraordinary,"Freya concluded, leaving me alone. Cami followed her and Elijah was the one who joined me.  "How are you?" he asked me, watching my facial expressions, "Asif a tank had run over me,"Ireplied, and he looked at me.

"Why didn't you give the witches what they wanted? You would have saved yourself a lot of suffering," he asked me...