i own it not

I groaned when I felt my back touch the floor. I couldn't believe I could still feel my back after all that had happened. I closed my eyes briefly, trying desperately to shut out the pain.

"Jim? Is t-that you?" a small voice from within the depths of the small room startled me, but there was no mistaking that voice. It was a mimic of my own. I was so relieved that Tim was well enough to talk! I moved blindly in the direction of the voice, my eyes still trying to adjust to the darkness.

"Tim!" I bumped into him. Without even thinking, I wrapped my arms around his body. I realized that both of us were still shaking from our ordeal. I couldn't imagine we'd ever stop shaking. I was in so much pain, it was terrifying me. Having no control over my own body was the scariest thing in the word. The only thing that kept my eyes open was the thought of Tim, being hurt in the dark.

That was enough to keep me awake.

"So c-cold." Tim's voice was small and thin, barely a whisper. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, trying to figure out whether it was the room that was cold or what had happened to us.

Unbidden, a thought came to my mind. A memory of what had happened only a couple hours earlier. A man, in a room. Laughing as he sent my body into more pain then I had thought was possible. I remember screaming. I remember him responding that it was my own family's fault that I had to go through this.

I remember almost believing him.

Tim must have felt my shiver, because he asked, "W-what is i-it?"

The stuttering was getting worse. I knew that it was only a matter of time before I became that way too. Still, I answered. "Just thinking about what happened before."

"D-don't." Tim said immediately. More stuttering.

"It's just-do you think it's b-because of Kim that we're h-here?" I had tried not to stutter, but couldn't help it. Every word sent spikes of pain up my spine.

Tim was silent for a moment, and I was afraid he had fallen asleep. When you are this bad off, falling asleep can be deadly. Just when I was about to shake him, he answered me. "It's w-what she d-does."

I sensed a "but" in there. I waited for him to finish.

"B-but I wish s-she didn't h-have to d-do it."

You like it? I'm not telling what happened to the twins. Maybe i will. if you ask. If not, It'll be a deleated scene at the end of the story. Maybe.

This is confusing. Just reveiw.