07-07-2014, 04:07 AM
None of the girls wanted to play with her anymore. They didn’t trust her. She killed two of them already. She was alone but they hated her so much, she could hear their thoughts and feel the anger in their bodies. All the bad words they said about her swirled around her mind. So many needles. So many shocks. Her head hurt all the time. “Good girl, Rose,” whenever she did what they asked. Shocks and pain when she didn’t. “Look what you did, Rose, you killed a grown-up.”
She didn’t know how she got out. But one day she couldn’t remember any of it until she fell asleep. She had a new family now. For months she would only let her mother touch her. Her parents had been patient, getting her to trust them, assuming that she must have had the most abusive past. They assumed she was autistic, but the doctors never confirmed it. Despite that, her parents and brothers helped her grow out of it. Her nightmares became more spaced out.
“Here, drink this.” It was her first college party. She knew she shouldn’t have come, but she just wanted to be normal for once, so she built up her barriers and went, avoiding touching whoever came near. “What is it?” “Just some beer.” She drank, but everything spun. Her mind, advanced and sensitive reacted badly. Then he touched her. She saw the night he planned out for them. It made her want to vomit. He had done this before. So many other girls. So much fear and pain. No, stop it!
She called her mother, asked her to drive up to the school and get her out of there. So much pain, so much fear. He had a sickness in him that was eating at her. The drugs took her mind somewhere terrible. She couldn’t control what she saw or felt. Her father helped her into the car, both parents wondering if they should take her to the hospital. The memories came up again. The lab. The men. The girls. The shocks. No, stop!
Then she saw dying. She felt her skin burn up in the fire that surrounded the car. Hands. They were holding each other. They were so sorry they couldn’t save her. Mommy! Daddy! Strong hands dragged her out. She couldn’t deal with it. Too much touching. Too much death. She died with her parents, her mind going blank. “She’s having a seizure!” she heard distantly. The nightmares came back after that. Her brothers stayed with her for months helping her recover. They promised they didn’t hate her, but she killed their parents. “Look Rose, you killed your mommy and daddy. What a bad girl.” She expected shocks. “Dammit, Bryan! She’s having another seizure!” So many shocks.
Melanie felt him touch her. He was warm. He was quiet. Her thoughts slowed a bit, her mind stopped swirling so fast. At that point, she wasn’t even aware who was there. He was so quiet, he took the pain away. Shakily, she wrapped her arms around him, just wanting the nightmares to stop. She continued sobbing, the guilt of killing her own parents still ate at her. She had done so many terrible things. All the pain, all the shocks, all the fear. She just wanted it all to stop. Stop!
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