Pistanthrophobia, The fear of being hurt by someone you love.
The brain is made with different parts, The hippocampus Is responsible for storing all your memories, The ones you wish you could forget and the ones you wish to remember.
I often find myself in a position where some parts of my brain fail to work. The cerebellum controls movement, But I cant seem to move, I cant run away or fight back.
The cerebrum controls speech, yet I cant find myself able to talk.
Those parts of my brain seem to be failing me, Why couldn't it Have been the other parts, like the primary gustatory cortex The part allowing me to taste my own blood, or the last increments of mint toothpaste trapped in between my teeth.
Even the temporal lobe, the part making me listen to my own sobs, the slurs of a man who once loved me, and the sound of his foot colliding with my ribs.
Then we have the medulla oblongata, Probably the most well known of them all.
The thing that's keeping me alive, the thing that making me breathe, the thing that's slowing down with every punch, every kick, every scratch, slit, pull, bruise....
All caused by a man, who once or at least should have loved me.
19 Year old Amelia Watson has been held captive inside her own 'home' all her life. windows locked, doors shut, and days on end without food. when her father and his girlfriend go on a trip for their anniversary, only then could she breathe. She had a little over a year to herself, Away from the monsters that force themselves into her life and the thoughts that she might end her own. As she finally freed herself from the chains she was locked in only then would another monster come for her, But maybe this one was actually her saving grace.
While tortured and held captive as a prisoner of war, she became my reason to keep breathing. The force that fueled my will to fight. To survive.
When I woke after the rescue to discover the life I thought I was coming home to was but a figment of my imagination, hallucinations brought about by pain, desperation, and isolation... it nearly broke me.
Fifteen years since I first lost her, at last, we have a second chance. Holding her in my arms, finally feeling the warmth of her skin as she melts under my touch, is like a dream. She and her two little girls are now as essential to my existence as the air I breathe.
However, just as things start falling into place, the universe steps in, threatening to take it all away. I used to think that choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved, but now I see that in choosing her and her children, I have the chance to reclaim all that I lost. They are my salvation. My true path to redemption.
Which is why I'll leave no stone unturned, why I will scorch this world to the ground if that's what it takes to save them.
And when I do, I will fight to convince her once and for all they are meant to be mine, just as I was destined to be theirs.