AN: This chapter goes in deeper to Alana's disorder while introducing Logan's which is Night Terror disoder. As this story goes on I want to emphasize the bonds that grow between Kendall, Carlos and Alana then I'll develop the ones Alana has with Logan and James. Also if you read notice, the creation for Alana's final personality named Chelsea is hinted. PM me if you think you know why she exists. I'm really excited to continue writing this story since this particular idea has been rolling around my brain for quite some time. Any comments, concerns, critiques and reviews are welcome within reason. Enjoy the chapter, an update will come soon!
"Come on Aly, don't act like you don't like it," his voice was warm against her skin sending a shiver down her spine.
The young girl thrashed under the man above her trying her hardest to wiggle out of his tight grip.
"You can't leave me yet Aly," he purred kissing her neck tenderly; tears of fear and hate were still trickling down her cheeks. "You're so beautiful… it's a shame we're related."
His eyes were full of lust and hunger as he took in her exposed body, licking his lips he grinned perversely, the girl under him began desperately pleading with him, her words only seemed to fan the flames of his growing lust.
"Please Michael, please don't do this," she gasped as a sob steadily built in her throat. "You're supposed to be my brother."
"And I wished I wasn't," he growled his dark eyes getting a sinister look in them.
Before another plea could leave her lips, her half brother violently pushed himself inside her. Pain radiated through her entire body as he brutally ravaged her. The screams leaving her mouth were cut short when his hands wrapped around her neck.
"No!"
Alana gasped as her body bolted upright in her bed, her muscles spasmed slightly as her heart hammered in her chest. Taking in large gulps of air, she looked next to her to find her white stuffed rabbit; grabbing it she held it to herself making sure to bury her face into the rabbits head hoping it would give her some kind of comfort.
'That rabbit didn't help you then, and it won't help you now,' Elektra scowled her blue eyes glared harshly at the white rabbit.
"Shut up!" Alana snarled back holding the stuffed animal tighter.
She needed to feel warm and safe after seeing his face. And with every frantic beat of her heart she wished she was engulfed in Carlos' warmth the way she was yesterday in the park. Her face flushed at the thought of being cuddled up with the energetic boy, her heart pounded loudly in her ears and for all the right reasons now.
"No! Stop, please! Just leave me alone!" a sharp scream pierced through her thoughts sending a tiny wave of panic over her.
'Looks like someone else is dreaming up their own Michael,' Elektra sighed her blue eyes staring intently at the door.
"That's doesn't sound like a dream, dreams don't make you how like a dying wolf," Alana softly muttered still gripping her rabbit tightly.
Logan stumbled over the leafy floor of the forest as he ran for his life from the figure behind him. His throat was raw like it had been grated by sandpaper, his heart pounded in his chest, his entire body was full of adrenaline and fear as he kept on running as fast as he could.
"You'll never get away Logan," the figure hissed, his raspy voice seeming to come from everywhere.
"Just leave me alone!" he wailed not looking over his shoulder with tears mapping their way down his flushed cheeks.
His legs felt like they were on fire, but he didn't dare to stop and catch his breath, because it may be the last breath he'd ever take. But as his feet slapped against the forest floor everything around him turned black as if all the trees, rocks, dirt and leaves were smudged together by a giant paintbrush.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" he shrieked into the blackness surrounding him when he finally stopped running.
His legs felt as if they would collapse under him, his vision blurred, he felt so perfectly helpless. But he was always helpless in his nightmares.
"No! Go away!" he yelled, his heart seemed to be inside his throat as he managed to shake himself from its grip.
The figure before him loomed over him, its body seemed to be made of only bones, a thing layer of metallic skin stretched tight over its long bones and hollowed, sunken face, the smile was full of sharp wolfish teeth and the eyes were red like blood.
"What's the matter Logan, are you scared?" it sneered at him hungrily leaning down towards the fear-struck boy in front of him. "Don't worry, soon you won't feel anything."
"No! Stop! Just leave me alone!" he screamed as his vision grew dark, the creature's jagged fangs were bright as stars in the night sky.
The raven haired boy thrashed around violently in his bed, his roommate Kendall having had his own bought of fitful sleep was now sound asleep, his mind deep in dreamland, a subconscious world that Logan wished with all his heart he could enter.
"Go away! Stop it- NO!" he kept on screaming until large orderlies burst into the room just as they did almost every night. "He's going to kill me!"
The fair skinned boy struggled against the large men lifting him from his bed and carried his still screaming form to the infirmary. His sleeping medication never seemed to be strong enough to keep his monsters locked inside the dark catacombs of his mind.
Alana stood in her doorway clutching her rabbit watching the scene play out before her with wide curious eyes. She wondered what monsters plagued the raven haired boy, and she wanted to know if those monsters were the reason why he looked so terrified every time she saw him.
'Maybe, he's just like you,' Elektra whispered poking her right between her shoulder blades.
"Logan always has those night mares, but he says they're never exactly the same," Kendall's soft yet strong voice broke her from her musings.
She looked at the slender blond, noticing the bandage on his arm, she felt her existing curiosity burn more.
"Oh… what happened to your arm?"
Kendall took in her curious expression and the tight grip she had on a stuffed rabbit with floppy ears being held securely against her chest. He didn't feel the need to become defensive or rude, instead he felt a desire to tell her anything any everything about himself and the panicky boy he roomed with.
"I pulled at a scab on my arm, I dug my nails into it," the words fell off his tongue easily which surprised him.
"Did it hurt?" she cocked her head to the side, she wanted to walk over and touch the bandage covering the scarred skin underneath, but her feet stayed glued to where they were.
'Of course it hurt, anything that bleeds hurts,' Elektra sneered rolling her eyes at Alana. 'You of all people should know that.'
She flinched at the comment which didn't go unnoticed by the boy standing across the hall from her.
"Not in the way it's supposed to. I kind of like blood," he shrugged then leaned into the hall looking for the night nurse. "I guess the nurses are still trying to calm Logan down."
'He likes blood? I think I like him,' Elektra purred peering around Alana to get a better look at the self-harmer with a primal hunger brimming in her ice blue eyes.
"Does Logan talk about his nightmares?" she didn't know why she was so at ease with the blond whose emerald eyes studied her with innocent curiosity.
"Not all the time, if he tries to in group he gets a panic attack and clings to anyone around," he toed the carpet at the edge of the door frame, information about him and his roommate easily leaving his mouth.
"Oh, I get blackouts sometimes, I can't remember anything before or afterwards," she didn't know why she'd said that, but there wasn't a shred of regret tingling under her skin.
"That happens to me too," he smiled at her feeling a sense of companionship blooming between them.
She smiled back at him, her heart hammered loudly in her ears at the sight of his dimpled smile. He didn't radiate the exact kind of warmth that Carlos did, but she did feel a tiny wave of it wash over her.
'He's such a cutie. Why don't you take him for a ride?' a flirty voice whispered to her making the warmth in her turn ice cold.
'Shut up Chelsea, you stupid slut!' Elektra hissed rubbing Alana's back in a comforting gesture. 'Don't listen to her, she's just horny.'
"Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow, Goodnight Kendall," she didn't know how she didn't flinch at Chelsea's arrival, but she was glad that the blond didn't notice.
"Goodnight Alana," he replied with another wide smile, before he turned around and went back into his room.
She watched him close the plywood door then close the door to her own room. The warm feeling came back and started coiling low in her belly.
'Carlos will be glad, you're making nice with his friend,' Elektra smiled wide and patted her head gently.
Alana's cheeks flushed thinking of Carlos, she wondered if he was dreaming of her this very moment. The warmth in the pit of her stomach reached higher, slithering its way into her throat, leaning against her pillows, she turned on her side letting dreamland pull her in again.
"Wake up Aly, you can't sleep forever," Michael's voice slithered into her ears as if he were hovering over her body.
Gasping, she bolted upright in her bed throwing the scratchy sheets off her, a cold chill ran through her body which shook out of panic and repressed fear.
"I wish I could just forget his face," she whispered and managed to get up without collapsing.
She rubbed her neck feeling the skin underneath her hand tingle, for a moment it felt like large fingers were pressing against her throat-
'No time for daydreaming, you've got therapy with Dr. Collins, she'll want you to talk about Michael, because she's helping you,' Elektra spoke suddenly making sure to roll her eyes at the psychiatrist's name.
Neglecting to respond Alana opened her chest of drawers and pull out clothes she'd wear for the day.
'Make sure you show a little skin, Carlos might like that,' Chelsea giggled from her spot on the furniture.
'Leave her alone you whore, she doesn't need your advice,' the blue eyed persona snarled to the golden eyed one who made her way over to the bed.
'Come now Elektra, you know how shy she is, I'm just trying to help is all,' Chelsea smirked while ice blue eyes glared at her fiercely.
"Will you both shut up?" Alana shouted suddenly falling to her knees and clutching her head.
Slivers of conversations rushed in and out of her ears while her head pounded viscously, the nerves behind her eyes pinching with enough force to make her dizzy. Tears trickles down her cheeks as her head pained her, the voices of her arguing personalities clashing like gladiators inside her skull.
"Shut up, shut up!" she chanted softly, rocking herself back and forth as the pain slowly ebbed away.
Exhaling a deep breath she got up after the throbbing left her mind and body, taking out a fresh change of clothes from the open drawer, she paced herself still feeling a little shaky from the migraine.
"I wish they wouldn't always fight," she whispered to herself and left her room when she was finally dressed.
Shifting on the leather chair, Alana felt her stomach twist with nerves as she twisted her fingers together while Dr. Collins looked through the medical portion of her file. A sense of dread clung to her skin and hair like a thick cloud of black smoke.
"Well Alana, I was looking at your medical information and it says that you've been to the emergency room quite a number of times," the psychiatrist stated closing the manila folder briefly to look into her patient's bright green eyes. "Do you mind telling me why?"
'Don't say anything, she only wants you to talk about him, you remember? That disgusting animal of an uncle who touched you in ways he wouldn't even with his own wife,' Elektra hissed into Alana's ear who shivered at the dominate personality's words.
The memories of her childhood slipped back into view, her bear of an uncle leaning over her six year old self, his paw like hands grabbing her small body-
"Alana, got hurt a lot, she did a lot of sports. She likes sports," Jasmine said softly while picking at her nails, her dark eyes flickered back to the older woman's face then back to her lap.
"I know, in her file it said that she was on the tennis team for a while," she quickly jotted down her in her journal making note of how Alana's stress level increased at the mention of her medical history. 'Jasmine might just be Alana's buffer for all of her trauma, yet Elektra seems to hold the brunt of the anger.'
"She doesn't like hospital, nothing good comes from them," the girl sitting before the doctor flinched noticeably, her near black eyes turning to a surprising gold color.
"Oh, and who are you?" curiosity burned her tongue like a fire as she took in the lax yet confident posture of the young girl sitting in front of her. A smirk curled her lips when golden orbs finally settled onto her.
"I'm Chelsea, Elektra really doesn't like you, she thinks you're only going to hurt Alana," she said a saucy expression taking over her face.
"Do you agree with her?"
"I don't know, I haven't gotten to talk to you yet," her eyes didn't seem to focus on the blond woman, rather they differed to carved nude statue sitting high on a shelf. The hunger in her eyes matched the leer etching its way onto her features.
"Chelsea, is there something about the sculpture that you like?"
"Only that it has a penis, Alana doesn't like those, and Elektra thinks they should be cut off, that girl is quite the brute," she crossed her legs and kept her gaze at the statue, her gaze unwavering.
"Do you know why that is?" the other felt a tiny sense of hope brewing when she noticed how free this persona seemed to be with relaying information to her.
"Oh, doctor I think you already know the answer," she grinned and flinched, her eyes squeezing shut. Alana was back and she looked extremely tired a bit confused.
"I think that's all for today," Dr. Collins informed her writing the last of her observations into her thick journal. "You can go to study hall now Alana."
"Okay… bye," the green eyed girl got up from the leather chair wincing at the pain behind her eyes as she left the tiny room.
"She's a lot more damaged than I thought," the psychiatrist sighed loudly putting the file away as James walked into the room. "Hello James, how are you today?"
"Okay I guess, the stupid lunch ladies kept giving me extra food, it's like they want me to stay fat," he grumbled crossing his muscular arms over his chest.
Dr. Collins only took a deep breath; turning the page in her journal she began making notes on James and his obsession with being thin when he was already perfectly in shape. Her hope to help the damaged teens residing in the Palm Woods fluctuated from patient to patient, but she really did want to help them even if some of them like James and Alana acted as if her help made no difference at all.
Alana walked towards the table that Carlos was occupying nervously, she noticed Kendall sitting across from the raven haired boy who looked up and gave her a friendly smile causing Carlos to turn around and nearly blind her with his broad gleaming smile.
"Aly, come sit with Kendall and me, there's a seat right here," he excited said pulling out a chair next to him while the smile on the blond's face stayed firmly in place.
"Hi," she waved to the both of them shyly as Carlos leaned over and placed a quick kiss to her cheek making her whole body go hot.
'I bet if you weren't surrounded by people, you'd pounce him and eat him up wouldn't you?" Chelsea taunted with a perverse smirk on her lips.
"How was therapy?" Kendall's green eyes looked at her with the same innocence and sadness she'd seen last night which only made her feel even more at ease.
"It was okay, I don't really remember it though," she shrugged feeling the constant throbbing behind her eyes receding. "How are you two doing?"
"I didn't say anything, her eyes creep me out," the depressed boy admitted looking to the bandage on his arm then back into Alana's eyes.
"She thinks I'm suicidal because I like fire, she's wrong," Carlos admitted his pencil stopping it's movements on the paper of his sketchbook.
Silence settled among the trio, it was gentle like cotton and a comfortable sense of companionship held them together. Despite their scarring pasts and damaged minds they knew they could find some semblance of comfort amongst themselves.
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