Author/pseudonym: BecciB
Disclaimer: I am just a simple, harmless (i.e. broke) fan. In no way shape or form am I affiliated with Anthony Zuiker, CBS Broadcasting Company, or any of the other lucky bastards who own chunks of C.S.I.
This story is for entertainment only. Read at your own risk. Please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times.
Notes: Thoughts of Sara were haunting me ... why is she the way she is? this is what came out of those thoughts.
"pain"
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The sight of fists and blood. The sounds of terror and pain, haunted , stalked me in my dreams.
I wake gasping for breath. The phantom feel of his hands around my throat. The terror, the sensation, so real I cower, scared to move. But I know I have to, I need to strike out and prove it's just a dream. So I do, my hands lashing out expecting to hit flesh and bone, but there is nothing there.
There never is ... at least not anymore.
Tears roll down my face as the terror passes and the pain settles inThere was nothing there, no fists , no blood, no hands. Just me alone with my demons.
Because I lived with the demon that there once had been fists, blood and hands wrapped around my throat. Once it had been real.
Suddenly my beeper goes off. Reaching for it, I glance at the clock and note I was lucky enough to get a few hours sleep this time 'round.
Looking at the text display, I thank anything and everything that is holy that it is a chance to go work a case. A chance to get away from the images, the dreams, the pain that grips me.
I strip off my sleep shirt and quickly dress, glad to be working a case. I hate the fact that now another person has to deal with terror and pain, but glad that I get to help ease it a bit for them ... and for myself.
There is something about putting away the bad guys that helps ease my own terror just a bit. Pulling on my jacket, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and note the pain in my eyes. It makes me wonder if I will ever be able to put away enough bad guys to ever fully feel ... free. Free from terror, free from pain, free from torment?
I wonder, but there is only one way to find out.
I head out the door, my pain and terror left behind me ... at least for now.
~ The End ~