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Ellise56 -> Escape (12/11/2009 8:44:37 AM)
The wide stream of moon light illuminated the scars all over my freshly bathed body from my back to the ones on my wrist. They bring back the memories of everything of how after I left the hospital from being there a week for dehydration and malnourishment. The physical damages had been healed like my knee and jaw (the teeth had to replaced but the scars both mental and physical were there.) Thank God all parties involved were locked away, hell Victor and Josh were in for life. Cope ratted on everybody to get out of the charges but that didn’t work once I got on the stand. Time had flown by since then, it had almost been a year. Things slowly back to normal in my home life minus the fact that I could no longer go near graveyards or go anywhere by myself. I don’t really sleep anymore. If I do the dreams come back. I finally crawl into bed after checking my bedroom door and windows for the 5th time to make sure there all locked. I notice that sleep is coming and as are the dreams I awake with a start at that ungodly hour that he had me wake up at. I rise and watch the sun come up. I have yet another appointment again today; I’m being forced to go see a shrink. Yeah like that’s going to freaking help. At the appointed time I walk into the office with my mother on my heels. The receptionist greets me and instructs me to go into the office while my mother waits in the lobby. The therapist comes and sits down going though all the motions of the hour, it’s all very boring. I never tell of the dreams or how I really feel. “You should do something on your own tomorrow go somewhere open and have your phone on you it’ll be a great step” she says. “Ok” is all give as a response. Finally that dread hour is over. We (my mother and I) leave the shrink and head home I tell her what the shrink said. She looks worried, but she reluctantly agreed. Finally the next day came. I walk down to the little gathering area in the center of not far from my home even though I am nervous. Its good to be out away from everyone. Its starting to look over cast, I duck into the small book store looking around on the shelves. I turn. I smell the wet water it’s the dry dirt outside the only thing I like about these humid hot sticky days. It starts to pour heavily when I see a man walk in. He’s tall like, him… I try to ignore him, but I fill this pull. A want to be dominated by him, but at the same time I want my revenge. I want to give the same as I was given. Something is wrong with me I know it. I can’t stop picturing everything I want done, and to do. The thunder wakes me from me, from day dream. I continue reading the two first chapter of this book. I decide to buy it. When I hand her the book she stares at my wrist before looking at me with accusing eyes. Probably thinking I’m in some cult. I turn to walk out noticing the man still there. I run home in the rain not caring about how soaked I have became from the rain. I run up to my room bound under the covers and hide hoping the dreams that now made now into my normal thoughts, can’t find me here. Then I fall into unconscious.

Ellise56 -> RE: Escape (12/11/2009 9:49:10 AM)
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Ellise56 -> RE: Escape (12/13/2009 9:45:24 AM)
I awake wondering what is happening to me, what has that sick freak done to me? I awake looking out my window noticing a foggy morning. I start, what I could do. I have wanted to run for a while now. Why not start now? Besides the fog will lift soon. I grab my phone, my pepper spray go out the front door and start to run down the road. I run for good while coming up on an old war memorial. That’s when I hear them, the foot steps. Those heavy foot falls. It’s him he’s came back for me. I run not knowing nor caring where I am going just away. I am looking back to see if I can find him. Fog is still a little thick, when I look forward again it is to late stop. To cover my face or do anything. I hit the statue face first. When I open my eyes I see you, an angel, all thoughts of suicide of the pain of before everything else in my mind has turned into dust. Even him. You crouch down as if concerned. I scamper backwards “don’t come near me” I stutter out fumbling for the pepper spray. Its ok I’m not going to hurt you, I’m a doctor see.” You inform me showing me your badge. I stare up at you with eyes of fear. Your warm hard hands on my nose sends shivers down my spine even though there is blood it all goes away when I look up into those beautiful orbs your eyes. I can feel the warmth of the blood flowing down my chin. It is then that I notice you are talking to me. “It’s broken let me take you to the hospital.” You offer. It’s then that my brain begins to comprehend what is going on, and then only is when I start to have flashbacks. My survival instinct kicks in, I stand to run away but my heart it’s telling me to go back. I turn ever the helpless romantic and walk back to the doctor …witch doctor more like. He gives me his hand to help me into your car, and you notice them but say nothing. I call my parents to tell them what’s going on “yes I’m fine, no, I broke my nose, I ran into statue it was fog, a doctor, yes I’m sure he’s a doctor I saw his badge. See you there, I love you too.” After my nose is put in place which was painful, you need to talk to me with out my parents. “Cutting yourself is good for you” you begin, I stop. “I don’t cut myself, I was kidnapped and held against my will for over 6 months.” You look at me puzzled not knowing weather to believe me or not. I stand and lift the ever end of my shirt to show you other scars. I put the shirt down. I turn around to sorrow in those eyes in that face, not you, not my witch doctor. I hug you. I don’t hug people let alone men. I was afraid of all men before you came along. It isn’t until you respond with “I’m happy I can help” that I realize I have said this out loud. I look with panic knowing you think me a fool, fool be damned I meant it. You slip a piece of paper into my hand with a phone number on it. I walk out of that hospital with something I don’t feel often anymore …Love.

Ellise56 -> RE: Escape (12/16/2009 1:59:15 PM)
I wait for 2 days. Long days. Finally I work up the courage to call you, pick up ask how you are and we talk and talk until we can’t any longer. The next day the same again. This time you ask if I would like to meet you somewhere public. I whole heartily agree. I become a word I’d forgot the meaning to. Excited. I was excited to see you arrive at where we said to meet. I look around and do not see you although this is an over large book store. I finally spot you reading a book of something I have never heard in a different language. I walk causally up to you. I restive a breath taking smile. You stand and we exit the store and begin to walk around this mall in conversation for hours every once in while I’ll get a phone or text message, making sure I’m ok. I can see your puzzlement but yet you never ask the question as to why it’s like this. Time passes, I am taking my leave now but I do not want to leave. I feel safe. Months go by and this is our steady pace. I was rather surprised when you kissed me, the only things that had not been done to me while I was there. I am happy. My parents aren’t to pleased what with you being a few years older then me. Only 7 years. I personally think it’s a good number. It’s finally where you ask me the one that I have I been waiting for this whole time. “ What happened to your arms legs and back?” You ask looking me in the eye. I look up to the oak tree hanging above our head, trying to think of the best way to tell you this. The stars shine against the ink colored sky, as I begin the tell of what happened. For once going through it with out trembling or looking over my shoulder. Knowing that for once in my life (after them) I am safe.

Ellise56 -> RE: Escape (12/21/2009 12:23:06 PM)
“I-I had no idea that’s what happened” you speak after what seems like hours. I see the pain in your eyes as you stair into my eyes with hurt and pity. (Oh how I hate pity.) I look up into the heavens at the North Star, the constant, like you. We walk to my home and see the front door flung open. I peer inside fearing the worst. It is true. I saw the body’s on the carpet, blood everywhere. The fear that I was suppose to have was not there, the sadness, the shock. Nothing. It was then that police arrived. Watching them I was clam I didn’t care but why was I being empathic? This makes no sense. I went to my room gathered all the things I cared about and left the house. You were the one in shock not noticing me gone. I had walked to your car by the time you realized it. “Can you open the door now? It’s getting a little cold.” My tone flat, no emotion. This is really starting to get to me. Why was I not sad? The thought hit me that night as I lie in bed hearing you snore ever so lightly. I don’t know if I can get used to that. (Stupid men and their snoring.) I expected Vic’s connections to come after me. As I fall asleep, something is telling me to be careful. It is after all an irrational thought. After all I am with you. Those damned thoughts, the dreams they are more prevalent then ever

Ellise56 -> RE: Escape (1/2/2010 10:27:00 AM)
I am watching you move in the final box of my stuff, you need to go to the hospital for work and I need you to unpack. You kiss me and run out the door all in one swift motion. By the time you arrived home I was unpacking the last box and the sun had gone, I hadn’t realized until now how much I had. I look up to see you staring at the paper in my hand. I look down and see the face that haunts my dreams, my own personal Satan. Then the memories accompany them. I feel my blood turn to ice, a fog fill my mind, and then my mind subject comes to those horrible thoughts and dreams. Doctor’s POV I pull into the drive with a little more then 6 hours under my belt for the day. I had taken shorter days to help with grief and lose that she is feeling. I walk in to the house to see her sitting Indian style on the floor with a news paper in her small scared hands. She follows my stare. That is when the change first happened. Her dark beautiful eyes lost there sparkle and her smiling face fell into a snarl. She stands and looks at me with the eyes not her, no they are his. She walks over to me. Even in her small frame she makes me shake slightly. “What are you looking at?” her voice full of acid and venom. “What has came over you, are ok should I take you the hospital ?” I ask my voice is shaky and some what high. Before I can comprehend what is going on her hand comes across my face with a force I did not except from such a delicate creature. This is not her this is something darker, something evil.

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