Run Away Before It's Too Late
Fright
I’m running away as fast as I possibly can. I do not want to go back there. I will not go back. It was Hell. Adrenaline courses through my body and aids me with my task of running away from them. I hear shuffling behind me and terror courses through my body. I use my terror to run faster away from them. I leap over a log. I feel something cut my leg open and I gasp as warm blood flows down my leg.
I feel a powerful set of jaws clamp down on my legs as something slashes my back. I cry out in pain as the combined agony from the muscles in the middle of my back is ripped open and fangs sink deep into the muscles in my calf. I fall down. They drag me back in the direction I came from. Crap. They found me. I feel whatever is in my back twist and rip apart my muscles more. I try not to cry.
I wake up screaming with tears flowing down my face. I’m bawling my eyes out. I curl up into the fetal position. I whisper to myself, “It’s okay. You’re safe. They can’t find you. It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream.” But it isn’t just a dream. It’s actually a memory which I have continuously dreamed about since I received that call a few days ago…. That all too familiar voice haunts my mind and me. Thank Jesus fucking Christ that it's only that part of the memory. I still have the scars from those wounds on my leg and back. I hear my door slam into the wall as five people run into my room.
“What’s wrong? Why did you scream?” A worried Oliver asks. I cry more as I launch myself at him. He catches me and whispers sweet nothings to me to calm down. Eventually, I do calm down. I look like crap now though, I know it. I just shake my head when Oliver asks again. He understands and tightens his grip on me.
“I just need to know that this is real. That all of this is real. That I’m not dreaming or imagining this….” I whisper into Oliver’s ear. He squeezes me softly to let me know that this is real. But I still cannot help feeling terrified. This is why I tried to run away when he wanted to adopt me. I wanted to protect him.
“What was it sweetheart?”
“Just a dream…or more like a recurring memory I have every time I close my eyes.” I whisper fearfully and afraid they’ll look at me differently now.
“For how long?”
“Since about a week ago when I received that call that I didn’t want to talk about.” What they don’t know is that I cut and that since that day, I have cut a tremendous amount of times and extremely deep as well. I need to feel something anything right now. I shut down emotionally that day and I still haven’t completely recovered yet. I just keep hearing that same chillingly familiar voice repeating everything it has ever said to me over and over and over again in my head. It’s like a broken record.
I’m scared that my new family will get hurt but what can I do? The owner of that voice taught me long ago that despite all my fighting skills, there’s nothing I can do to stop it from getting what it wants. And that terrifies me. I’m not going to tell them until they absolutely need to know. I don’t think I could anyway right now.
I feel a powerful set of jaws clamp down on my legs as something slashes my back. I cry out in pain as the combined agony from the muscles in the middle of my back is ripped open and fangs sink deep into the muscles in my calf. I fall down. They drag me back in the direction I came from. Crap. They found me. I feel whatever is in my back twist and rip apart my muscles more. I try not to cry.
I wake up screaming with tears flowing down my face. I’m bawling my eyes out. I curl up into the fetal position. I whisper to myself, “It’s okay. You’re safe. They can’t find you. It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream.” But it isn’t just a dream. It’s actually a memory which I have continuously dreamed about since I received that call a few days ago…. That all too familiar voice haunts my mind and me. Thank Jesus fucking Christ that it's only that part of the memory. I still have the scars from those wounds on my leg and back. I hear my door slam into the wall as five people run into my room.
“What’s wrong? Why did you scream?” A worried Oliver asks. I cry more as I launch myself at him. He catches me and whispers sweet nothings to me to calm down. Eventually, I do calm down. I look like crap now though, I know it. I just shake my head when Oliver asks again. He understands and tightens his grip on me.
“I just need to know that this is real. That all of this is real. That I’m not dreaming or imagining this….” I whisper into Oliver’s ear. He squeezes me softly to let me know that this is real. But I still cannot help feeling terrified. This is why I tried to run away when he wanted to adopt me. I wanted to protect him.
“What was it sweetheart?”
“Just a dream…or more like a recurring memory I have every time I close my eyes.” I whisper fearfully and afraid they’ll look at me differently now.
“For how long?”
“Since about a week ago when I received that call that I didn’t want to talk about.” What they don’t know is that I cut and that since that day, I have cut a tremendous amount of times and extremely deep as well. I need to feel something anything right now. I shut down emotionally that day and I still haven’t completely recovered yet. I just keep hearing that same chillingly familiar voice repeating everything it has ever said to me over and over and over again in my head. It’s like a broken record.
I’m scared that my new family will get hurt but what can I do? The owner of that voice taught me long ago that despite all my fighting skills, there’s nothing I can do to stop it from getting what it wants. And that terrifies me. I’m not going to tell them until they absolutely need to know. I don’t think I could anyway right now.
Notes
O.o Oooh. What's going on? Who is Kat talking about and what will happen?
Ja ne
@Poison Bite
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6/15/16