The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 21: Another nightmare..

"This will only hurt... for a bit." The man smirks devilishly.
I shake my head. No, I didn't want this.
My hands were tied. My mouth, covered.
My screams were always muffled.
Silent.
Like I was trying to scream underwater.
The scream was there, but never heard above the surface.
The saw starts cutting into my skin.
I screamed. Still muffled.
Nobody would listen.
Consent, my mother taught me.
This wasn't it.
My arm was bleeding out. It stung.
I was in so much pain, it was unbearable.
I couldn't even process what was going on.
In the flash of an eye, it was gone. My arm. My hand.
The same arm I would use to write my name.
The same arm I would use to carry things.
The same hand I used to touch my mothers face.
The same hand I used to play with my brothers toys.
The same arm I needed.
It was replaced with a metal prosthetic.
The start of a killing machine.
A needle, dug into my skin.
My arm burned.
I burned. My insides felt as though they were on fire.
They always did.
"You'll sleep." I hear before my vision blurs.
I didn't want to sleep.
If I slept I couldn't know what was happening to me.
My eyes close.

I wake up, breathing heavy in a sweat. Damnit.
I start to cry. I didn't like this anymore.
I didn't want these nightmares.
I just wanted to sleep. I needed sleep.
I get up, shaking.
I lean my hands across my desk.
My chest was still in pain from this afternoon. My throat hurt, too.
I start to walk to the door.
It was locked. I always locked it anymore. I was afraid.
I open it and walk out the door.
I stop between walking. I kept breathing heavily and it started to scare me. It never got this bad.
My hand still shook as well as my legs.
My breath shook as I breathed too.
God, damnit.
I fall to the floor and start crying.
I was so scared.
I just wanted to be normal.
I'm so scared I don't realize someone walking toward me.
A hand hits my shoulder and I get defensive.
"Woah, hey it's alright." I hear.
It was so dark I couldn't tell who it was.
I think they realize I have no idea who was talking.
"It's Thor,"He says, "Are you alright?"
I wipe the tears falling from my eyes.
No I wasn't, but what made that obvious?
I don't answer him.
"Okay... I'm going to say no. What happened?" He asks, now sitting down with me.
I shake my head.
"N-nightmare." I whisper.
"What kind of nightmare? Spiders? Octopus?"
I can't help but laugh a bit.
"Why would I have a nightmare about an octopus?" I ask, whispering.
"Well they are quite large and scary. They have too many tentacles." He jokes.
He was trying to distract me with humor.
This stuff helped.
"And spiders?" I whisper.
He shrugs. "Well, most girls are afraid of spiders. My girlfriend, Jane, is afraid of spiders. They have too many legs for a tiny little body." He chuckles.
I smile.
Everyone here was so nice. Well, almost everyone.
"I didn't have a nightmare about any of those things, but,wow, I might now. Those are so scary." I joke.
"Well, yes. They are."
He sits there, not knowing what else to say.
Nobody really ever knew what to say to me.
"What was it about? Actually?" He finally asks.
I stayed silent, not wanting to relive the moment or the dream.
I hold up my metal arm.
"When I got this..."
"Oh, well, that's definitely not spiders or octopus."
I laugh at his commentary. He was trying to help me with humor. Humor had been my current way of coping.
"Do you need anything?" He finally asks.
"I'll probably just get a glass of water." I say. That's all I needed.
Then I'd be up for the rest of the night.
"Okay, alright, I could get that for you." He says, standing up to get to the kitchen.

He comes back with a big glass of water in his hands.
"Don't you think that's a bit too much?" I joke.
"Nonsense. It's the perfect amount." He replies, handing it to me.
I take a sip, trying to calm down.
He sits with me, still on the floor, as I drink the water. He didn't want to leave me alone yet.
"You gonna be alright?"
I nod.
"Yeah."
I usually was alright after a while. But at the same time, I wasn't. I can never forget that these are just dreams.
Well, they weren't. These things actually happened. It's more of a repeat in my memories.
He stands up as I do, finishing the glass of water.
"Here, I got it." He says, grabbing the empty glass.
I really didn't want to be alone again.
"I suppose you still need your sleep." He says.
I did. But I wouldn't.
I nod.
"Thank you." I say, before leaving.
"Anytime."
I make it to my door and open it.
I hated being alone.
I could have all the people in the world in one room, but I'd still be alone.
Alone inside.
I sit down on my bed, looking out the window.
The birds flies by my window every morning and evening.
I wish I was bird.
Free to escape.
Free.