I built these walls to watch them crumbling down
7
The loud creaking of the chains swinging back and forth from the weight of my body pounds through my ears, mixed with the soft, wet click of Control's shoes on the blood soaked cement floor. I open my eyes and see nothing but blackness, a terrifying, all consuming blackness. But closing my eyes is ever worse. No longer able to stare into the blackness while Control circles my helpless body I slip deeper into my memories back to the day I was captured. Immediately I am assaulted with seeing my mothers skull exploding backwards, skull fragments, beautiful golden hair, brain matter and blood covering my face as I stare in horror. My father's terrified and pain filled screams piercing my soul as the shadow hunter slowly slides a red hot metal rod through his left eye, the smell of charring flesh causing my stomach to churn as the pole finally protrudes from the back of my father's skull, his entire body twitching as his life slowly slips away. I watch in paralyzed fear as William Control steps up to where I was being held by two shadow hunters, he gives me a sickening smirk as he runs the tips of his fingers along the side of my face from my temple down to my chin, pushing my head back, forcing me to stare into his dead eyes.
“Where is your traitor sister?” he questions me.
“I have no idea, I'd never tell you even if I did,” I seethe as the shadow hunters drop my father's now lifeless body to the ground.
“Oh...wrong answer,” Control says, his face contorting in a sinister smile as I feel a burning pain in my stomach causing me to scream out in pain and fear as I feel the red hot rod slide through my skin like a hot knife through butter. As he pushes he slowly twists the pole around while pulling it out a bit and pushing it back into my body. Without warning two hands come around Control's head and quickly pulls it to the side in a sickening crack as the now lifeless body tumbles to the ground. I look at the lifeless form up to my saviour, Andy.
He gently cups my face, forcing me to concentrate on him. “Carrington you're okay, I'm right here, I have you. Come on beautiful, we will fight these demons another day. You are doing amazing, it's just a memory, he isn't hurting you now. Come on beautiful, I know you can do it.” he whispers before pressing a kiss to my forehead. So much tenderness causing my mind to temporarily freeze as the pain slowly ebbs away, the memory slowly fades away, my mothers blood no longer dries on my face, there are no bodies surrounding me, no more pain.
I slowly drift back into a dreamless slumber.
~*~Andy POV~*~
I have no idea how she lived with these memories, especially how she ever handled them alone...let alone actually lived through them. All of the Wild Ones have seen and experienced some seriously messed up shit, I am no exception to that. But to see Carrington's memory of the day her torture began, the day her parents were murdered and the day her sister escaped...feeling her pain, both the emotional loss of her family but also the physical pain of the rod piercing through her stomach added onto the fear of the unknown...even awake and understanding that it was not even my dream has had little impact on the steadying of my hands, the stutter of my heartbeat or the intensity of my breathing. It is not even my own dream, my own memory and still it has effected me to my very core.
Maybe because it is my mate's nightmare, memory, pain and fear....maybe that is why it has had such an impact on me, I honestly do not have the slightest clue...all I do know is that Carrington is only just beginning to start her climb to repairing her emotions and her memories.
Notes
sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah.....there's that :P sorry about the long time between updates but hey!!! could be worse :)
comments help me stay motivated.....just a heads up
thanks guys!
@taterbaby
Thanks! I have been CRAZY busy lately so I have put my writing on hold for the time being!
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