Creature - |H.S.|

Seven

Nova

I can barely breathe.

My throat feels like it's being constricted by a cobra that's thriving on taking the last breath from my body.

I haven't had a panic attack like this since last time.

I was just feeling better.

Now all the hard work and the numerous therapy sessions feel useless.

I never wanted to feel like this again.

I can feel my windpipe tightening and my breath catching in my throat as I stare up at him.

My eyes are swollen from crying and my wrist feels permanently bruised from where my attacker held me.

He towers above me, looking as ominous as ever. He looks down at me through his parted hair, giving me a dark yet nervous expression.

My brain can't comprehend what just happened in this bathroom. I can't bring myself to look at where my attacker lays, bleeding out.

Everything happened so fast. One second I'm cleaning Judy's dress and then the next I'm being held against the bathroom stall while a man tries to uninvitingly take advantage of me. And at the end, Harry somehow comes into the bathroom and pushes him off of me and shoots him between the eyes.

This is too much for me to handle.

This is too triggering.

"Nova," Harry's deep accent breaks the silence in the room. His voice is shaky and bleak.

I shut my eyes tight, trying to erase everything that just happened. I don't know how long I've been sitting here on this cold tiled floor.

I didn't realize I was shaking until I feel a strong hand on my knee, trying to settle me.

I shoot my eyes open and see Harry is now kneeling down across from me, looking more benevolent than earlier.

"Y-you.." I stammer flinching and trying to push myself away from him.

I can't do this. I can't.

"G-get away from m-me.." I plead, trying to scoot myself farther away from him but don't get far since my back is pushed against the stall door.

Harry doesn't move his hand from my knee, and only tightens it, but in a more comforting way.

"He's gone," he states, frowning at me.

"Yeah you shot him! Get away from me!" I cry out, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to hold all of my broken pieces together. "Please," I cry feeling my face soak with tears.

Harry hurries and moves his hand away and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck like he's unsure what to do in this situation.

As much as I'm grateful that Harry came in before the man actually used me, I still can't get the sound of the bullet entering the guy's head out of my head.

This is going to scar me...yet again.

"What else was I supposed to do? He was about to fuck you and it didn't look like you were asking for it" he argues, rubbing a frustrated hand through his hair while examining the crime scene next to us. "Besides, he should feel honored he died here."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Honored? Seriously?

I shut my eyes again and tighten my arms around my body, feeling all the past memories flood back to me.