! Warning: Implied child and adult sexual abuse !
No explicit details, because we don't need to willingly put ourselves through that.
I will put a *** before and after it is mentioned, should you feel the need to skip that, I wouldn't blame you if you do.
Celeste's POV
I was in a corridor... it felt familiar to me... my house? From when I was young? This must be a dream... or a nightmare...
I looked down. I was barefoot and in a night dress.
Then it was dark.
I began walking slowly forwards, using my hands on the walls to feel my way down the dark corridor.
Then something grabbed my left arm..
I jumped to the other wall. Something then grabbed at my waist.
I screamed.
A light at the end of the hallway flickered... then remained on.
I could see hands reaching out of the walls.
I turned back to the way I came... they're there as well... I must continue forward to the light. At least I would be able to see.
I make my way through the forest of arms, reaching my childhood kitchen.
It's not dark anymore. The room feels... cheery... I see my mother reaching into the oven, pulling out a tray of biscuits.
The smell... I can taste the chocolate...
"Mum...?" I gently ask.
She stands up, turning around.
Her blonde hair shiny as ever, blue eyes sparkling, her smile making me feel joy.
I feel as if I could soar, my heart felt full of love.
"Celeste! My darling! How was your play date?" She asked, placing the cookies onto a cooling rack.
"Play date?" I ask confused, tilting my head.
"Yes, your play date with Sarah" she giggled.
"Mum... I'm 29... I don't have play dates..."
She paused... then raised her head to look at me... her blue eyes turned a mud brown... her eye shape changed... the her entire face and body.
My heart began to race. A lot was forming in my stomach.
"No..." I stepped backwards.
This was no longer my mother.
It was him.
This man...
"Celeste, you know better than to correct an adult."
He grinned like the devil. His smooth voice dripping like sugar syrup.
But I knew better. This had happened too many times for me to fall into his trap.
"You know how naughty girls get punished... but yet..." he tilted his head, with a thoughtful look on his face, "you continue to do so."
I felt bile rising up into my mouth... my stomach felt like it was full of acid...
"You must enjoy it as much as I do" his wicked face begins to smile again, taking a step closer to me.
I step further back, feeling for the door in order to escape.
"Don't run away, Celeste... we'll enjoy this moment... together!" He launches himself towards me.
I had just managed to grab the door handle, twisting it to open the door.
I ran through the hands reaching for me. The faster I ran, the more there seemed to be.
I looked behind me, to see where he was.
The hands seemed to be retreating back into the walls for him, allowing him past.
He was too close.
I felt the roughness of his hands grab my arm.
I screamed, trying to yank it back.
I managed to fall out of the front door, but he fell on top of me.
I struggled to push him off.
"Oh, we're playing this game again" he breathed into my ear, as he grabbed at my thighs, trying to pull the hem of my nightdress up. "I don't like this struggling game!" He yelled into my face, as I continued to struggle under him.
Why am I reliving this terrible night?
I screamed.
I screamed so loud.
The glass in the windows shattered, falling over us.
It's enough to get him off of me.
"You crazy bitch! What are you doing?!" He screams at me.
I can't stop screaming.
I begin to feel a fire burn from within me.
Then I release.
Flames surge out of me, my family home exploding in front of my eyes. My mother, my father, my sister. Gone.
Time goes slow, as I slowly fall to my knees, screams silenced as I breathe like I've run a marathon.
Suddenly, it's pouring down with rain, the harsh winds whipping my hair around my face. I look up to the sky, and see the eye of a hurricane. Roaring thunderclaps and lighting shooting around me.
Looking back around where I am, everything is destroyed. House, trees.
Him.
The flames still present, albeit diminishing in size. I stay kneeling for moment, before sitting back onto my feet.
"Tempestas!" I hear yelled from in front of me. I look up and see a figure running towards me.
My hands light up with electricity for protection, I don't know who this could be.
Their head is down as they approach me and I stand up, ready for an attack.
It's Fischer.
At first I felt a sense of relief as I rush into his arms.
He grabs onto my shoulders, then pushes me off him, into the wet, muddy ground.
That's right. He never cared for me.
I look back up and can't see his face again, his physique appears to have changed as well.
A lightning strike lights up his face, revealing a whole nother person.
"Steve?!" I ask, shocked.
He just looks down at me, his face screwed up in disgust.
"What are you doing here? Are you okay? You can't be out in this weather, you'll get hurt!" I try to stand up, grabbing onto his arm.
He rips his arm out of my grasp.
"Who do you think you are?" He seethes.
"...Steve..." I barely say.
"I know. You're a monster. Even worse... a monster who worked for HYDRA... and you didn't even question it!" He spat at me. He turned and walked away, leaving me here. Alone.
The rain began to pick up again, as my eyes began to sting. Salt water mixing in with the fresh...
Tainting it's purity... it's innocence...