I screamed. I shouted, I howled, I yelled, I hollered until my throat hurt and began to burn. Even then I continued to scream, words, phrases, songs, blank noise. I needed that distraction, wanted that distraction. Thunder crashed every few minutes, but I could barely hear it over my screams.
Soon enough however, I found that I could not carry on. My head pounded, my heart raced like a freight train, throat screaming back in pain almost as loudly as I had been shouting, and sweat beaded my forehead. Fear began to set in again, as the image of the people I could never forgive loomed before me, smiles on their faces. Menacing, foreboding. Hate boiled up within me, but I was helpless, and I knew it. They approached without remorse, without the fear I felt. They had no care for me, they just wanted me gone, no matter the cost, and I watched it again, and again, and again as my mind tortured me with memories that I only wanted to forget.
I couldn't even wimper now, shivers wracking my body, paralyzed as my mind forcibly showed me my parents, again and again and again.
And at last, when I thought I could not go on, as black, darker than the night, began to claim my vision, as my breath caught and my heart threatened to explode out of my aching chest, there was a knock on the door, a lifeline for me, an escape from this misery.
I leapt up like a tightly wound spring, and flew to the door, ripping it open. Standing there was a slight girl, with short dark curls, and a slight smile. She had a few flashlights in her hand, and silently handed one to me. "Heya Amalee," she said to me, and pulled me in for a hug.
"Hi Sylvie," I whispered back, throat still aching.
"Are you alright honey?" she asked me, concern etching across her face.
I took a moment to breath, holding her tightly. "Not without someone, Sylvie. You."
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