Chapter Five: Promises
The days after that were a blur. How long was I unconsious? Hell, everytime he left
my cell, I was sinking into blessed darkness. At least when I slipped away, I couldn't think,
couldn't cry, couldn't feel. Oh yes, he made me feel. He made me burn, but not like he had
in the cabin. No, that would come later....
Later on the night that he'd broken my jaw, a tall, thin, grey haired man came in. I could
not see his eyes, although his face was cruel. They were all cruel. Blaring light glared
off his small round glasses as he moved closer. Roughly, his hand closed over my jaw, causing me
to scream in pain. "Too bad he was here to hear that one, young lady. He loves to hear
stupid young women scream." The man in the white overcoat said before plunging a needle into
my jaw. I jerked as he left, not worrying about his handy work. I grasped the beds edges as
the syrum in the needle spread like fire through my body. I prayed to be with you, dear sister,
away from this intense, horrifying pain. My mouth worked like a fish, open, close, open, close, then-
numbness, blessed numbness. Whatever was in that needle was pure evil, dear sister. For you
see, that tiny little amount of syrum completely healed me. My jaw, my eye, the bites, the
slashes that had clotted, all gone, leaving my skin as smooth as when I'd last waved goodbye
to you.
I sat straight up on that dingy bed, blinking my eyes in amazement. I was healed, the
pain was gone. I felt better than I'd felt since long before the long hours I put in at college.
I smiled, then I laughed. Oh, but not the clear, beautiful laugh you remember since we were young,
dear sister. It was madness, that laughter, that keening, screaming laughter. I was still
laughing even after the two assistants washed me, changed the mattress and bedding, and pulled
the cotton shirt over me with the cotton underwear. At least I was clean and clothed. But
the laughter did not stop, not when they were there, not when they left, and then, he was there,
standing in the doorway, not smirking, not showing anything in that once beautiful face of his.
He slammed the door shut and placed a finger gently over my mouth, silencing my bout of
mad laughter. My body shook while I suppressed it, then it began again, louder than before, and
more forceful. He hated that laughter, I could tell, but he also reveled in it. I was insane,
like he, only I was not sick. Not sick, like him....
He quietly removed my shackles, picked them up, and then, just left. Hours later-was it hours
or days?-I stopped laughing. I slumped back onto my new clean pillow and stretched out on the
larger mattress. The previous mattress had been small, not fitting the large spring frame beneath
it. I should have questioned why it was like that, but I didn't care. For the first time
since I arrived there, I didn't care. I wasn't in pain, that monster had left me alone without
punishment and I was comfortable. The only thing I needed now was- just then the door opened
and an assistant came in with a plateful of wonderful, nourishing food. Perhaps it was poisoned,
along with the glass of water, milk and...tomato juice. I prayed it was poisoned, then, with a
shrug, I threw the glass of tomato juice at the door, chewing on my steak and nodding when it
shattered. I love that sound. The breaking of glass. Who knew your soul would sound that way,
when it broke?
The assistant waited patiently for me to finish eating, then he cleaned up the mess, and
left. I walked by myself over to the adjoining door into the sterile metal bathroom. The
assistants always helped me before this, but now the shackles were off and I could do normal
things on my own. No humiliation, although the assistants, though masked, never stayed in here
with me, except when I was incapable of walking by myself, and they never watched or did
anything that would shame me. But their presence was enough.
I was allowed to take a shower by myself the next day. I stood under the pelting hot
water for hours, not moving, just standing there, willing the scalding water to wash this
away. Willing it to take me back to you, dear sister. I washed, then rinsed my hair three
times, because then I felt clean. Then I felt like none of this was real. I closed my
eyes, I was at home, showering at home. You were sitting on the counter, like you often did,
playing with my makeup, chattering about the latest hottie to catch your attention. Who was it
this time, dear sister? Ah, yes, your latest crush was a british talking vampire with
bleached hair on that slayer show. Yes, I do agree, dear sister, he is very yummy, I would
answer, rolling my eyes while smiling. Then the door would be knocked on, and you would
run to answer it to Logan. I can see you even now, your latest catch phrase already on your
lips as you answer the door. Only it isn't Logan, it's that monster, and he's in here with me
now, dear sister. I can sense him, and at first my body tenses, then, for some reason unknown
to me, I relax. Because you are safe, dear sister, with Logan. Logan will protect you. I
will willingly go through hell to never have you know this torment. I relax, and wait for the
glass door to slide open. I miss you, dear sister, and I will be with you. I swear.
The days after that were a blur. How long was I unconsious? Hell, everytime he left
my cell, I was sinking into blessed darkness. At least when I slipped away, I couldn't think,
couldn't cry, couldn't feel. Oh yes, he made me feel. He made me burn, but not like he had
in the cabin. No, that would come later....
Later on the night that he'd broken my jaw, a tall, thin, grey haired man came in. I could
not see his eyes, although his face was cruel. They were all cruel. Blaring light glared
off his small round glasses as he moved closer. Roughly, his hand closed over my jaw, causing me
to scream in pain. "Too bad he was here to hear that one, young lady. He loves to hear
stupid young women scream." The man in the white overcoat said before plunging a needle into
my jaw. I jerked as he left, not worrying about his handy work. I grasped the beds edges as
the syrum in the needle spread like fire through my body. I prayed to be with you, dear sister,
away from this intense, horrifying pain. My mouth worked like a fish, open, close, open, close, then-
numbness, blessed numbness. Whatever was in that needle was pure evil, dear sister. For you
see, that tiny little amount of syrum completely healed me. My jaw, my eye, the bites, the
slashes that had clotted, all gone, leaving my skin as smooth as when I'd last waved goodbye
to you.
I sat straight up on that dingy bed, blinking my eyes in amazement. I was healed, the
pain was gone. I felt better than I'd felt since long before the long hours I put in at college.
I smiled, then I laughed. Oh, but not the clear, beautiful laugh you remember since we were young,
dear sister. It was madness, that laughter, that keening, screaming laughter. I was still
laughing even after the two assistants washed me, changed the mattress and bedding, and pulled
the cotton shirt over me with the cotton underwear. At least I was clean and clothed. But
the laughter did not stop, not when they were there, not when they left, and then, he was there,
standing in the doorway, not smirking, not showing anything in that once beautiful face of his.
He slammed the door shut and placed a finger gently over my mouth, silencing my bout of
mad laughter. My body shook while I suppressed it, then it began again, louder than before, and
more forceful. He hated that laughter, I could tell, but he also reveled in it. I was insane,
like he, only I was not sick. Not sick, like him....
He quietly removed my shackles, picked them up, and then, just left. Hours later-was it hours
or days?-I stopped laughing. I slumped back onto my new clean pillow and stretched out on the
larger mattress. The previous mattress had been small, not fitting the large spring frame beneath
it. I should have questioned why it was like that, but I didn't care. For the first time
since I arrived there, I didn't care. I wasn't in pain, that monster had left me alone without
punishment and I was comfortable. The only thing I needed now was- just then the door opened
and an assistant came in with a plateful of wonderful, nourishing food. Perhaps it was poisoned,
along with the glass of water, milk and...tomato juice. I prayed it was poisoned, then, with a
shrug, I threw the glass of tomato juice at the door, chewing on my steak and nodding when it
shattered. I love that sound. The breaking of glass. Who knew your soul would sound that way,
when it broke?
The assistant waited patiently for me to finish eating, then he cleaned up the mess, and
left. I walked by myself over to the adjoining door into the sterile metal bathroom. The
assistants always helped me before this, but now the shackles were off and I could do normal
things on my own. No humiliation, although the assistants, though masked, never stayed in here
with me, except when I was incapable of walking by myself, and they never watched or did
anything that would shame me. But their presence was enough.
I was allowed to take a shower by myself the next day. I stood under the pelting hot
water for hours, not moving, just standing there, willing the scalding water to wash this
away. Willing it to take me back to you, dear sister. I washed, then rinsed my hair three
times, because then I felt clean. Then I felt like none of this was real. I closed my
eyes, I was at home, showering at home. You were sitting on the counter, like you often did,
playing with my makeup, chattering about the latest hottie to catch your attention. Who was it
this time, dear sister? Ah, yes, your latest crush was a british talking vampire with
bleached hair on that slayer show. Yes, I do agree, dear sister, he is very yummy, I would
answer, rolling my eyes while smiling. Then the door would be knocked on, and you would
run to answer it to Logan. I can see you even now, your latest catch phrase already on your
lips as you answer the door. Only it isn't Logan, it's that monster, and he's in here with me
now, dear sister. I can sense him, and at first my body tenses, then, for some reason unknown
to me, I relax. Because you are safe, dear sister, with Logan. Logan will protect you. I
will willingly go through hell to never have you know this torment. I relax, and wait for the
glass door to slide open. I miss you, dear sister, and I will be with you. I swear.