Pain
People were scared of her. Heck, even I was afraid of her. Her past is what made her the unstable monster she could have been. Her past is what gave her the anger-induced strength she needed to carry on when she was on the verge of quitting.
I had noticed her self-hatred and anger was at its peak one day. I tried talking to her for a while. She wasn't in the talking mood, or so I thought.
When I had begun to leave, she had begun to speak. She never looked at me, but she opened up and spilt her guts to me.
I sympathized with her after I heard her speak about what she had been through. I realized why she had murdered her father. I realized that I wasn't even a shrink and I was able to get her to open up.
I asked her why I was the one she chose to open up to. She finally looked up at me and I gasped as I saw that her cold, icy blue eyes were not but pools of tears.
She told me that I was the one she had chosen to open up to, because she knew I had been through a rough childhood, not as bad as hers, but bad all the same.
One line she said, in all our years together, has stuck with me. I remember it every time I encounter a hardship.
"Don't sit and bottle up the pain. Use it to pull yourself out of the ground, not send you further into it."
It helped me a lot when I was struck with the need to commit the ultimate sin. . . suicide. She told me that she used that piece of advice a lot, which is how she was able to escape the sanitarium. She focused more on the escape, the adrenaline rush, more than the pain of her past, which seemed to eat away at her at times, especially after a session Dr. Anderson.
I talked to her a lot, much to Anderson's disapproval. I spent hours outside her cell.
Too bad Anderson never tried to actually talk to her.
It was Saturday morning. I was still in my pajamas and robe, slopped out on the couch with one of my legs hanging off of it. I had the tv turned onto cartoons. Yes, a 23-year-old man and I still watch cartoons.
Suddenly, there was a news interruption. I didn't pay much attention to it though, seeing as I was half-asleep from getting absolutely no sleep at all the night before.
A shiver ran down my spine and I opened my eyes. I felt as if someone was there with me, just not in my view.
I sat up, my heart starting to race as the feeling grew even more intense than it already was. I could hear my blood pumping through my own veins, it was getting so loud.
"Fear is such a terrible thing to feel, is it not?" A cold female voice said from behind, making me jump up from my seat and look around.
I looked toward the window, where the voice had come from, and saw Rosa standing there, leaning against the wall. The smirk on her face was unnerving.
"Rosa! What are you doing here?" I blurted out, making her laugh.
"What did you expect? You're the only one that will let me this far. All the other people I went to squealed." Rosa said, taking a few steps toward me.
The fear I felt was unimaginable. Just looking at her, without the steel door, was giving me the willies. Her smirk seemed to fade as she surveyed me once more, her eyes emotionless.
I felt the heat of her body, she was so close. Her breath smelled of blood and her eyes were blood-shot. She looked as though she had been through hell and back.
"You look better in you normal setting, than you do in that place you people call a sanitarium." Rosa said, walking around to sit down on the couch.
I finally got a good look at her when she had done this. The alien costume had turned into a blood-red shirt, baggy black cargo pants, and a pair of sneakers. Her once messy long black hair was up high in a neat ponytail, because of her alien costume. Her skin was pale white and actually all the way clean for once. She was a beautiful woman, but far too dangerous to tangle with.
Rosa seemed to notice my eyes on her and she looked at me once more.
"You'll have to close that mouth before you make a pool." Rosa said, slightly smirking, making me close my mouth, blush, and turn away.
"I just didn't realize how well you cleaned up." I told her and she chuckled.
"You'd be surprised what you can do when you have the power to change your appearance." Rosa said, turning back to the tv, flipping through the channels.
"Why did you come to me?" I asked, finally, sitting down beside her on the couch.
"I had nowhere else to go. Besides, you're one of the extremely few that I can tolerate." Rosa said, never taking her eyes off the tv.
"What are you planning to do now?" I asked, trying to find out what the heck was going on here.
Rosa looked at me, her eyes, suddenly, filled with fury. She stood up, dropping the remote. Rosa grabbed my collar and picked me up by it, scaring me half to death.
Suddenly, I was dropped. I looked to Rosa. She had fallen to her knees and looked as if she was battling for dominance within herself.
She looked up at me, suddenly, a look of sadness in her eyes. I couldn't stop myself. I crawled over to her and wrapped my arms around her. She collapsed against me, crying.
"It's okay. Everything is going to be okay." I whispered to her, stroking her hair.
"Help me make the pain stop." She whispered and I nodded, rocking back and forth with her, trying to give her some comfort.
"Alright. I'll help you." I whispered, too bad I didn't realize at the time what this would get me into.
