Its technically past my 18th birthday by a few hours but I'm still celebrating! Lol so here is another chapter as a fanfic celebration!
Tosh pushed her draw closed. She was ready for her shower. She had blocked out most of her hours being tied to the ground of her cell. But there was one thing that ringed in her ears, her thoughts, even her body shuttered at those numbing memories.
She pulled her dressing gown from her back and hung it on the hook by her shower. The water was running so she hopped in and let the water cover her body. The memory entered her brain at least 100 times a day. Over and over again she would repeat the hour Owen suffered for her.
She rubbed her arms softly in the water as her mind flashed before her. Words echoed in her head, Owens voice screaming for her help. 'Help me somebody! Please!'
Tosh closed her eyes and found that her tears were lost in the water streaming over her face. 'Tosh! Help me!' Tosh could remember every word he said through out the time he was hurting for her. Every move he had. Every twitch every look of agony on his face and strain to hide the pain from her.
She felt her captors arms around her, holding her back from Owen's reach. It was suffocating her, squeezing the life out of her. Bravery was all she could hold on to. His bravery and his love for his friends. He suffered so much for them and that made her heart drop in her chest. He did everything he could to make sure no one had to suffer...physically. He had no control over mental state. Tosh sure as hell was scarred from the whole thing.
She thought hard. Was she scarred? Yes. She was but that wouldn't stop her from healing. She promised herself that she would heal. Physically recover and mentally recover. She would allow the thoughts to remain in her head but she would cope. She would deal with it and remember his bravery. Yes that would get her through it.
Tosh turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around her body. She didn't bother getting dressed. Where was she going? She thought. She sat in her towel and watched tv. The thoughts made her head hurt. She couldn't concentrate on the film playing on the screen. Owen's eyes pierced the back of her mind. She could see him. She could see Jack cuffed and bound as he had to watch along side her.
Nothing was going to stop this feeling. Nothing at all...