I breathed deeply, praying to myself that he would get here soon. I was
starting to feel like the walls were closing in on me, and I felt scared.
Not because the walls were collapsing, but because I could feel them near.
I could feel those people staring down at me, yelling insults and pressing
the sharp metal on my skin so I could feel a burn when they slid it quickly
across me.
My breathing became faster and soon, all I could feel was my pulse, the quick breathing I had going was echoing in my ears and I couldn't hear anything but it. Everything started to become dark and I felt as if everything was happening to me once more. I could only roll myself in a ball on my bed to feel somewhat protected, but they could still find me.
Hell, they all knew everything about me, which is what scared me to death. They knew more about me than even my friends knew, even things I didn't know about myself. Like my birth time, my mother never told me I was born at 2:51 in the afternoon. Or my weight and height when I was 3 years old, 56 lbs and 2 feet 7 inches. I asked her about it when I stayed at home for a week.
I was rocking back and forth as images played in my mind, things I didn't even know had happened I was seeing as I tried to get those thoughts out of my mind. I didn't even know there was someone at my door when I felt this pain rip through me.
"Charlie!" I heard my name faintly in the distance, I tried to focus on the constant sound but soon it left me. My breathing was fast, too fast, and I couldn't slow it down. I was starting to become frightened in what was happening to me.
"Hurry." I managed to whisper, the only thing that would come from me wouldn't reach the man on the other side of my door.
The door broke down and I was able to open my eyes for a quick moment to see that it was him, my savor was here. "Charlie. Oh, god, Charlie." I heard his voice closer, my body began to shake more, and I felt his hand on my back massaging.
I felt him pull my legs down so I was laying flat on the bed and he turned me onto my back. The bed sunk next to me and I felt his hand on my head, moving my curly hair off my forehead. "Adam, please." I grabbed onto his shirt and buried myself in him. His arms wrapped around my body which seemed so small now that I was with him.
"Charlie, just breathe. That's all I need you to do." He whispered holding me tighter. I felt another stab, the one that went into my forearm; I felt it all over again. The man who stabbed me twisted it while I was screaming out in pain. I felt them all and screamed each time the sharp pain ripped through me. I felt as though a hundred lightning bolts were being shot off inside me.
Soon though, my breathing was back to normal and I was able to open my eyes. My face slowly went back to its normal positioning and I felt Adam's arms loosen on me. "Don't." I whispered to him and he halted his movements. "I'm so scared, Adam. I don't want them to come after me again." I confessed to him.
"They won't get to you when I'm here. I won't let anything harm you, Charlie." Adam said laying me back on the bed and releasing me. I didn't want him to and I told him that, but he promised he wasn't going anywhere.
"How are you feeling?" He asked once again moving the curls that were matted to my head with sweat out of my vision.
"Better than before." I said truthfully. I felt better than I had when I was alone. Just seeing that someone was with me and wasn't going to leave made me all the merrier; well, as merry as someone in my state of mind could be.
"I'm glad to hear that. Are you going to class tomorrow?" He asked lifting me and pulling the covers out from beneath me. He pulled them up around my neck and wouldn't let me do anything to help.
"I don't want to go." I complained and he laughed at the way my voice came out. His laugh was soft, but powerful enough to make me start to laugh. It hurt, but I didn't let him think that I was in pain.
My breathing became faster and soon, all I could feel was my pulse, the quick breathing I had going was echoing in my ears and I couldn't hear anything but it. Everything started to become dark and I felt as if everything was happening to me once more. I could only roll myself in a ball on my bed to feel somewhat protected, but they could still find me.
Hell, they all knew everything about me, which is what scared me to death. They knew more about me than even my friends knew, even things I didn't know about myself. Like my birth time, my mother never told me I was born at 2:51 in the afternoon. Or my weight and height when I was 3 years old, 56 lbs and 2 feet 7 inches. I asked her about it when I stayed at home for a week.
I was rocking back and forth as images played in my mind, things I didn't even know had happened I was seeing as I tried to get those thoughts out of my mind. I didn't even know there was someone at my door when I felt this pain rip through me.
"Charlie!" I heard my name faintly in the distance, I tried to focus on the constant sound but soon it left me. My breathing was fast, too fast, and I couldn't slow it down. I was starting to become frightened in what was happening to me.
"Hurry." I managed to whisper, the only thing that would come from me wouldn't reach the man on the other side of my door.
The door broke down and I was able to open my eyes for a quick moment to see that it was him, my savor was here. "Charlie. Oh, god, Charlie." I heard his voice closer, my body began to shake more, and I felt his hand on my back massaging.
I felt him pull my legs down so I was laying flat on the bed and he turned me onto my back. The bed sunk next to me and I felt his hand on my head, moving my curly hair off my forehead. "Adam, please." I grabbed onto his shirt and buried myself in him. His arms wrapped around my body which seemed so small now that I was with him.
"Charlie, just breathe. That's all I need you to do." He whispered holding me tighter. I felt another stab, the one that went into my forearm; I felt it all over again. The man who stabbed me twisted it while I was screaming out in pain. I felt them all and screamed each time the sharp pain ripped through me. I felt as though a hundred lightning bolts were being shot off inside me.
Soon though, my breathing was back to normal and I was able to open my eyes. My face slowly went back to its normal positioning and I felt Adam's arms loosen on me. "Don't." I whispered to him and he halted his movements. "I'm so scared, Adam. I don't want them to come after me again." I confessed to him.
"They won't get to you when I'm here. I won't let anything harm you, Charlie." Adam said laying me back on the bed and releasing me. I didn't want him to and I told him that, but he promised he wasn't going anywhere.
"How are you feeling?" He asked once again moving the curls that were matted to my head with sweat out of my vision.
"Better than before." I said truthfully. I felt better than I had when I was alone. Just seeing that someone was with me and wasn't going to leave made me all the merrier; well, as merry as someone in my state of mind could be.
"I'm glad to hear that. Are you going to class tomorrow?" He asked lifting me and pulling the covers out from beneath me. He pulled them up around my neck and wouldn't let me do anything to help.
"I don't want to go." I complained and he laughed at the way my voice came out. His laugh was soft, but powerful enough to make me start to laugh. It hurt, but I didn't let him think that I was in pain.