Okay. I know it's weird, but bear with me. She isn't in a right state of mind, so everything is boggled. Repetitive. My mom says that it is.'powerful' XDDD suuuure. Decide for yourself eh? R&R

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Lera opened her eyes, the bright sun shining in from the foot of her bed blinding her momentarily. She blinking, her gaze adjusting to the light. She didn't recognize her surrounding. Crisp white linen sheets pressed against her, warmed by the midday sun. She could feel soft wool pyjamas enveloping her like a cocoon, like a womb. A gentle knock on the door was the first sound to hit her ears. It stung. It hurt like the first words of a doctor hurt fresh ears. Newborn ears. Un used ear.

Lera felt fresh.

Clean.

Re born.

She remain immobile as the door creaked open. She blinked un recognizingly up at the young man peering down at her. She didn't remember him. Yet something about him remained familiar. Like she knew him before.

From a long time ago.

From another life time ago.

From another life all together.

He had short blond-brown hair, blue eyes.

Blue like the sky.

Blue like the sea.

Blue like heaven.

Blue like blue eyes.

His eyes held a hint - of what? Worry? Lera blinked at him. His face etched in her mind.

Another life time.

"Lera?" he asked, quietly. She blinked again. Once more, just for good measure. She didn't move. He knew her name. Possibly this lifetime then. He knew her name. He knew her.

His voice. She recognized his voice. It was deep.

Deep like his blue eyes.

Deep like the Sky.

Deep like the Sea.

Deep like Heaven.

Deep like deep voices.

Kind. It was kind, almost as if trying to coax her from a shell. a cave perhaps. Her own barrier of protection. Poisonous. Trying to get her vulnerable.

Lera's eyes lost all trace of interest and she lay flat, not moving. Barely breathing. He wont get me from my safety. He cant have me. I'm not weak. I wont go. He left. All the better.

She knew him.

He knew her.

His eyes.

His voice.

She knew him.

He knew her.

Carlyn left the room, his face flushed. He didn't know what to make of it. She wasn't in a coma. But she was completely un responsive. He didn't know what to do. He felt desperate. He left the hospital wing, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He hadn't slept for three days. Since Joel raped Lera. He took a deep breath, easing the wave of anger washing over him. Joel would pay. He already had in part. Carlyn respected Stu. And Numair for stopping him. For saving him. From stooping to Joel's level. Murder. That's what he did. He murdered Lera. Her spirit. Her soul. Murderer. Joel had gotten it bad the lying bastard.

He was a Bastard.

Bastard.

Bastard. Earning trust.

The Bastard. Using trust as a defence.

The Bastard.

The Liar.

Liar.

Liar.

He was lying bastard.

Lying Bastard.

Still now claims innocent. Only Lera could back it up, and she wouldn't wake. Joel was a liar. Joel was a bastard. Saban was higher than he. Joel was lower than Saban. Saban redeemed his years of cruelty. He saved Lera. He helped. He brought her to the wing. With Stu of course. Carlyn respected Stu. And Numair. Lera needed to heal. Needed to condemn Joel to the life he deserves.

Needed to live once more.

Be Reborn.

Lera closed her eyes slowly. Ignoring the repetition of her breathing. It was annoying. Repetitive. Useless. She was Useless. Weak. Hidden. Her eyes were closed. Blanketing her vision from the world. The light of the window shined through. Metaphorical? She asked herself. No. Light doesn't shine through darkness. She was Dark. Her secret was Dark.

She curled up into the fetal position, arms wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her chin to her chest. What secret. No secret. Forgotten secret. It never happened. It never was. Bad dream. Nightmare. Not real.

Another knock on the door. Why Another. So soon. Or so late. She'd forgotten. Another knock. She didn't move. Didn't open her eyes. It was bright. Someone was there. She didn't open her eyes. She felt him. Yes. She was sure of it. Him. He looked down at her. She could feel him looking at her. She opened her eyes. Didn't mean to. But did. She opened her eyes.

Stu. It was Stu. She remembered him. Like the first. Only with a name. Brown green eyes. Stu. Brown hair. Stu. Strong. Stu.

Her name. He said her name. She liked his voice. Remembered it. Stu's voice. He wasn't trying to get her vulnerable. He spoke like she was equal. Safe. With him.

He told her of. Who? Him. Saban. She shivered. It never happened. She didn't know him. He didn't know her. It was a nightmare.

Not real.

Joel. Her heart fluttered. She flushed red. Stu saw. He noticed. Reaction. Joel was hurt. In a different hospital. Lera longed to ask to see him. Her voice would not come. She could not remember. Her voice.

"You must arise Lera. Arise and condemn." A request. A simple one. Lera moved her fingers. At last. Mobility. She sat up. Stu smiled at her from beside her bed. Her cocoon. Her womb.

She stood. Her legs unsteady. Joel. She left. With Stu. To Joel.

A big room. And open room. A vulnerable. Undefended Room. Loud. Echo Room. Lera sat. With Stu. At the head of the empty room. Joel. He was there. And Numair. Tall, bird Numair.

Court. It was a court trial. Lera looked around slowly, sluggishly for Him. He wasn't there. She couldn't fit it together. I didn't happen. Why was she here. If He wasn't. Why was she. She blink. A judge had appeared. Blossomed from thin air. No. Just entered the room normally.

She couldn't hear his voice. He was talking to her. His words were muddled together. Mumbled. She strained to hear. All she caught was "rape." And "Joel".

She shook her head, glancing at Joel. His eyes were rimmed with pink. From crying? She wondered. Why? He looked tired. Too tired. And Sick. Beaten. Bruised. Poor Joel. He met her eyes. Lera's heart fluttered. Emotion. So long. She felt. Her lips flickered into a brief smile. She seemed more conscious then she had in. how long?

She couldn't speak. Her lips were cracked and her throat was too dry to form words. She opened and closed her mouth but no sound came out. Stu saw. He had water fetched.

Lera swallowed a gulp of water, enjoying the feeling of the cold, fresh liquid sliding down her throat. She couldn't feel the tears prickling in her eyes, or the air in her lungs. Only the water. And all she could hear was the sound of her voice, ringing through the clear, echoing court room.

"Where is Saban of StoneMountain?" She asked, quietly. Everyone started. A glimmer of hope flitted through Joel's eyes.

It hit her. Like a bucket of ice water in mid dream. She went cold. Her face paled. Stu rushed to her as she nearly passed out. She sat back against her chair, her breath coming short and her hands shaking.

"Lera. We have Joel. Saban saved you, but his presence is not required. You can thank him later." Stu said, trying to reassure her.

She wanted to scream, so yell, to holler. They wouldn't listen to her. She couldn't speak. Joel was standing, Leaving. She wanted to call out. She couldn't.

Stu helped her up. She stared at Joel's retrieting back.

"Joel!" She called, suddenly inspired. Able to speak.

He swivled around, looking defeated.

"I know it wasn't you."