I hadn't had a good dream in a while, but dreaming about my Lawliet, made me feel as though I weren't in a prison of twisted love. I awoke from my sleep with Beyond sitting next to me on a bed. "Good Morning my beautiful carnation" he said with a large grin. I sat up and scooted backwards on the bed simultaneously covering myself with the blanket. "There is no need to be shy, I have already admired every inch of your amazing body" he chucked. I grimace remembering the actions of the other night.
"I still can't believe you did that to me" I whispered attempting to be as quiet as possible. "Your just sitting here acting as though you didn't violate every fiber of my being these last few days. Just wait I will get out of here Miranda will notice I'm gone" I said louder so he would hear. He chucked manically, "Miranda" his voice dramatically deepened "I won't have to worry about her." My eyes widened. "No!" I sighed. I felt tears toll down my eyes. "You didn't..." I sobbed. "I don't remember the last time I had a victim that was so...feisty" he sounded, excited. "Why?" I said between sobs "why did you do that to her?"
"I didn't want anyone else to ever come between us again." He said smiling, staring at the wall behind me. I got angry, "I am so sick of you thinking you know who I am!" My voice strained. "I don't know who the hell you are, I wouldn't want to!" His face fell, from a smile to a neutral stare. "I just wish you would remember, then it would all make since." He whispered. "Remember what?" I screamed "How you killed my best friend, the fact that you kidnapped me, or that you carved a 'B' into my thigh, Or maybe how raped me?!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, tearing up remembering the events I mentioned.
"I miss the way things were JulieBear, it's all my fault you don't remember" he purred, a tinge of sadness in his voice. My eyes widened "JulieBear...?" I gasped "I haven't been called that in years..."
There is no way in hell I know him, is there, I haven't been able to remember anything past 7th grade.
"I came up with that name for you" he muttered "Back at the orphanage."
"How did you know I was an orphan?" I questioned. "I was there, you first came there when you were only 5 and you left after your accident" he explained.
How does he know so much about me? He knows about my accident, Miranda is the only other person I ever told about my accident, maybe he is from my past, maybe, just maybe he was a part of my life.
{A/N Sorry for the short chap, I will update at about 5:30 today though so keep them eyes peeled.}