Demonized (Renewed)

- Prologue -

"You know you can't stay here!" I hear bellowing through the pit I had woken up in.

My head spun on its axis and my body shook as the voice echoed through the darkness. Dazed and confused, I tried desperately to sprint forward, wanting to search for a way out of here. Only to be jerked violently backward onto the concrete floor with a loud thud, my head slamming into the wall behind me.

"Son of a-"

Looking down, I find chains shackled to my waist, wrists, and ankles. Thick, heavy, and rusted. The black, plastic coating peeling up, leaving sharp and pointed edges.

"You know they don't really love you."

My eyes grow wide, welling up with tears threatening to fall in rivers down my cheeks as my mind swirled with thoughts of the worst moments I've had in the seventeen years of my life. The mental facilities. The death of my step-father. The suicide attempts.

"Your friends nor boyfriend were there to support you. But we were. I was."

"No. NO!" My cracking voice echoed through the darkness.

These memories, all of a sudden, started playing like movies in front of my eyes, resulting in me to start thrashing around and screaming incoherent things through my blind sadness and rage. The thick, heavy chains slapping against my thighs and arms as I tried to throw them, leaving bruises and small cuts. The shackle end of each chain around my wrists, were quite thick. Like a black bangle I used to wear around my wrist as a kid, only heavier. As I struggled and fought, the shackles cut deeply within the flesh of my wrists. Soon my arms were coloured with stripes of crimson. My face, beet red and stained with my salty tears. My legs, battered and bruised from the chains hitting them repeatedly, resulting in the bursting of capillaries beneath the top layer of my skin, some even going deeper.

Hours passed of me trying to fight the restraints, my body growing tired and weary. I eventually just gave up. So I sat there, my chest heaving, blood dripping from the wounds on my wrists, and my face soaked in sweat and drenched with tears. My head hung in defeat as I told myself, I'm never leaving this place.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, holding them there with my head resting on them and just, sobbed. I felt so defeated....I wasn't ever getting out of this place.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm here."

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped me within a gentle embrace. My body tensed, my heart raced, and my breathing quickened. I firmly gripped the chains in both hands and closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. I wanted so badly to elbow this, whoever they were, just to get them off of me but some part of me felt, safe and secure within this persons arms.

"It's alright Gory. It's just me." The voice whispered softly in my ear.

My body relaxed. Turning my head to the right, I saw him! I remember him! From his crimson coloured eyes, right down to the small scar on his cheek similar to mine. My eyes widened and a smile crept across my face as I hugged him.

"We all love you....Gory." He said before kissing my forehead.

My vision began to blur and darken in the corners. My breathing and heartbeat slowed and my muscles released their tension. I managed to get one last glimpse of his face before all goes dark.

I awoke with a jerk, sweat pouring down my face and my heart hammering against my rib-cage, all in a daze. So much of a daze, I didn't realize I had woken up my partner.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" He asked sitting up, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder.

Snapping out of my daze, tears instantly started streaming down my cheeks and I turned to my partner, pulling him close to me. He wrapped me within his gentle embrace and held me close to him.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You just had a bad dream." His soft, warm voice swam through my ears, putting me at ease.

I immediately began to explain what had occurred in my dream. The voice. The, beings. The beings whom I remembered right down to the smallest of features. Although, I paused when I got to the part where, he told me, We all love you....Gory.

My partner looked at me, puzzled because I had paused right in the middle of telling him my dream.

My dreams were often on the more violent and bloody side of things. The fact that I can even remember my dreams is astonishing in itself but for them to be so incredibly violent and filled with such gory and stomach churning sights was more of a warning sign than anything else. I often told my partner my dreams down to every last detail but this time was different. For some reason, I couldn't explain every single detail for this specific dream. Well, I may have one reason. I didn't want to upset him or make him jealous.

Taylor, my significant other, was often the jealous, protective, and hot headed type when it came to me. He's been through some shit for me because he doesn't want me getting hurt. Now, I completely understand that but if I'm being honest, it gets pretty annoying on some occasions. The reason being is that, I know when I need help and if I do, I'll call for it. I don't need any unreasonable and uncalled for help on something I can handle. It frustrates the hell out of me. But, other than that, he's a loving and caring individual who adores me and my imperfections.

"Olivia. It's oka-"

"Gory. Come to us. We miss you." A familiar voice echoed from the darkest corner of my room.

I stared off into the distance, my eyes blank, as the voice swam through my ears. Taylor, shook me, trying to get me to respond but I wouldn't.

"Gory. Come home." A feminine sounding voice echoed from the corner like a siren calling her prey.

I stand, completely in a daze and begin walking towards the corner. Taylor grabs my wrist within a tight grip, calling my name but all I heard was the muffled sound of his voice growing softer and softer.

"OLIVIA!" He hollers, gripping my wrist tighter.

I snap out of my trance, the voices fading. Softer and softer until they're completely silenced. Tears immediately began to stream down my cheeks. I turn and see Taylor, his soft brown eyes staring up at me in worry and concern. I collapse onto him. Throwing my arms around him and burying my face in his shoulder, sobbing.

"What was that? It was like you were in some sort of trance. What happened?" He questioned me, his voice very shaky from panic.

I didn't answer. I just clung to him, bawling. He ran his fingers through my hair and began to rock me back and forth, trying to calm me down.

My body shook and my heart raced as my mind tried to process what had just occurred. Why are they calling me? I'm not one of them, am I? All I know is that, I need an explanation. Because I know these beings from somewhere, I just don't remember.