Chapter 13
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The night passed in a flurry of blurry dreams and nightmares for Storm, just as it usually did. The pain when she woke up though seemed a hundred times more real. Glancing around the room she shared with Magic, Storm noticed that the room was empty and Magic's bed was made.
"Is I'se still dreamin'?" Storm asked herself in a whisper as she tossed back the covers of her bed and put her feet on the cold wooden floor.
"Storm, youse finally awake," a voice said and Storm looked into Spot's pale eyes.
"Did I'se sleep in?" Storm asked as she walked out of her room and looked down the hall. "Where is everyone?"
"Out sellin'," Spot replied.
"Why ain't youse out dere too?" she asked as she started to the washroom.
"Somebody had ta stay and make sure youse woke up," he said following her. "What happened ta youse last night?"
"What are ya tawkin' bout?" Storm asked looking at Spot like he'd grown three heads.
"What is I'se tawkin' 'bout? Storm, Magic woke me up last night saying youse was screamin' in youse sleep. When I'se went in ta youse room, youse was still at it; thrasin' and screamin' enough ta wake da dead," Spot said worriedly. "What da 'ell was goin' on?"
"Spot I'se don't know what youse tawkin' 'bout," Storm said as she finished washing her face. "I'se sleep like I 'se usually do."
"Storm, listen ta me," Spot almost growled. "Summtin is drivin' youse crazy, why won't ya say summtin 'bout it? Why?"
"Conlon what happens in my dream ain't none of youse business," Storm hissed and started out of the washroom.
Growling Spot grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the washroom wall, pinning her there with his body. Grabbing both her wrists with one hand, Spot held her hands above her head.
"Stop tellin' me dat!" Spot yelled. "I'se sick o' youse t'inkin' youse bettah dan da rest o' us. Youse ain't, ya hear me! You ain't! You jist a piece o' trash like da rest o' us!"
Storm nodded whimpering. "Please Spot," she gasped as he tighten his hold on her. "Let go, youse hurtin me."
"Like youse know what pain is," spot spat.
He released and flung her on the floor. She lay there for a moment weeping and trying to stop all at the same time.
"Git out."
It was a whisper at first, said so low she thought she didn't even hear it.
"GIT OUT!!" he suddenly yelled. "Git outta me sight afore I'se kill ya!!"
Storm scrambled to her feet as she dried her eyes. Looking at him she saw the one thing she was most afraid of. She saw her father and her brother. She was Mush and Skittery. She saw Blink and Race. She saw Jack and Collin. And worst of all she saw Spot there too. She saw all the people she had ever trusted come to kill her, hate her, torment her, and torture her. She saw all the hate and pain she had ever caused seeping out of that one person. So she did all she could do, she did what she always did. She ran.
Fast as she could, Storm ran. She got out of the LH just seconds before she saw the others. She noticed them all. Magic, Prowler, Fisher, they were all there. She didn't stop to ask for help. She knew she wouldn't find it there. She just kept running while that horrible voice sounded in her ears.
'That's right Anneliese Rachel Verlies, keep running,' it said. 'Run away from all your problems; let them all be left behind.'
"No I'se won't," Storm screamed out. "Youse cain't make me run any more."
'But running is so much easier to do,' the voice said soothingly.
"But it ends now!" she cried, trying to stop, but her feet kept carrying her away.
'If you don't run they will all break your heart,' the voice said in that same lulling tone.
"I'se don't care anymore," Strom yelled. "I'se need people!"
'People? Why do you need other that will die, that will hurt you, that will hate you?'
"Because," Storm whispered, "I'se need ta be real."
'Real?' the voice said. 'Real!!'
Before Strom knew what was happening she was surrounded by all the people she had ever known and they all began to try and kill her. Knives slit her skin, guns shot holes through her, bats and club bloodied her and just when she thought she might die, it stopped. And Spot came forward.
"Help me," Storm whispered.
"Me? Help you?" Spot scoffed smirking evilly. "I'se jist came ya say bye."
"No," she whispered. "No, no." The beatings continued. "No, no, no. Please, God, stop it! No, no, no, no!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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Storm bolted out of her bed still screaming just as Spot came running in.
"Storm?" he asked as he sat on her bed beside her. "What happened?"
"Oh, God, Spot I'se cain't..it was. and then everybody....oh God," Storm cried, tears streaming down her face.
Spot simply wrapped his arms around her, and holding her to his bare chest rocked her back and forth trying to calm her down.
"Shhh," he said softly. "I'se here now, no one's gonna hoit ya anymore. Shhh."
Keepin his arms around her, Spot climbed into the bed beside Storm and held as she finally drifted off in a contented, dreamless sleep. Smiling as he looked down on her, Spot soon drifted to sleep as well.
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The night passed in a flurry of blurry dreams and nightmares for Storm, just as it usually did. The pain when she woke up though seemed a hundred times more real. Glancing around the room she shared with Magic, Storm noticed that the room was empty and Magic's bed was made.
"Is I'se still dreamin'?" Storm asked herself in a whisper as she tossed back the covers of her bed and put her feet on the cold wooden floor.
"Storm, youse finally awake," a voice said and Storm looked into Spot's pale eyes.
"Did I'se sleep in?" Storm asked as she walked out of her room and looked down the hall. "Where is everyone?"
"Out sellin'," Spot replied.
"Why ain't youse out dere too?" she asked as she started to the washroom.
"Somebody had ta stay and make sure youse woke up," he said following her. "What happened ta youse last night?"
"What are ya tawkin' bout?" Storm asked looking at Spot like he'd grown three heads.
"What is I'se tawkin' 'bout? Storm, Magic woke me up last night saying youse was screamin' in youse sleep. When I'se went in ta youse room, youse was still at it; thrasin' and screamin' enough ta wake da dead," Spot said worriedly. "What da 'ell was goin' on?"
"Spot I'se don't know what youse tawkin' 'bout," Storm said as she finished washing her face. "I'se sleep like I 'se usually do."
"Storm, listen ta me," Spot almost growled. "Summtin is drivin' youse crazy, why won't ya say summtin 'bout it? Why?"
"Conlon what happens in my dream ain't none of youse business," Storm hissed and started out of the washroom.
Growling Spot grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the washroom wall, pinning her there with his body. Grabbing both her wrists with one hand, Spot held her hands above her head.
"Stop tellin' me dat!" Spot yelled. "I'se sick o' youse t'inkin' youse bettah dan da rest o' us. Youse ain't, ya hear me! You ain't! You jist a piece o' trash like da rest o' us!"
Storm nodded whimpering. "Please Spot," she gasped as he tighten his hold on her. "Let go, youse hurtin me."
"Like youse know what pain is," spot spat.
He released and flung her on the floor. She lay there for a moment weeping and trying to stop all at the same time.
"Git out."
It was a whisper at first, said so low she thought she didn't even hear it.
"GIT OUT!!" he suddenly yelled. "Git outta me sight afore I'se kill ya!!"
Storm scrambled to her feet as she dried her eyes. Looking at him she saw the one thing she was most afraid of. She saw her father and her brother. She was Mush and Skittery. She saw Blink and Race. She saw Jack and Collin. And worst of all she saw Spot there too. She saw all the people she had ever trusted come to kill her, hate her, torment her, and torture her. She saw all the hate and pain she had ever caused seeping out of that one person. So she did all she could do, she did what she always did. She ran.
Fast as she could, Storm ran. She got out of the LH just seconds before she saw the others. She noticed them all. Magic, Prowler, Fisher, they were all there. She didn't stop to ask for help. She knew she wouldn't find it there. She just kept running while that horrible voice sounded in her ears.
'That's right Anneliese Rachel Verlies, keep running,' it said. 'Run away from all your problems; let them all be left behind.'
"No I'se won't," Storm screamed out. "Youse cain't make me run any more."
'But running is so much easier to do,' the voice said soothingly.
"But it ends now!" she cried, trying to stop, but her feet kept carrying her away.
'If you don't run they will all break your heart,' the voice said in that same lulling tone.
"I'se don't care anymore," Strom yelled. "I'se need people!"
'People? Why do you need other that will die, that will hurt you, that will hate you?'
"Because," Storm whispered, "I'se need ta be real."
'Real?' the voice said. 'Real!!'
Before Strom knew what was happening she was surrounded by all the people she had ever known and they all began to try and kill her. Knives slit her skin, guns shot holes through her, bats and club bloodied her and just when she thought she might die, it stopped. And Spot came forward.
"Help me," Storm whispered.
"Me? Help you?" Spot scoffed smirking evilly. "I'se jist came ya say bye."
"No," she whispered. "No, no." The beatings continued. "No, no, no. Please, God, stop it! No, no, no, no!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
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Storm bolted out of her bed still screaming just as Spot came running in.
"Storm?" he asked as he sat on her bed beside her. "What happened?"
"Oh, God, Spot I'se cain't..it was. and then everybody....oh God," Storm cried, tears streaming down her face.
Spot simply wrapped his arms around her, and holding her to his bare chest rocked her back and forth trying to calm her down.
"Shhh," he said softly. "I'se here now, no one's gonna hoit ya anymore. Shhh."
Keepin his arms around her, Spot climbed into the bed beside Storm and held as she finally drifted off in a contented, dreamless sleep. Smiling as he looked down on her, Spot soon drifted to sleep as well.