Page 11 of Repossess My Heart

Reverie

My heart pounds dutifully in my chest. If he wasn’t so… consuming I’d be forced to consider why it pounds with more… excitement and anticipation than I think I’ve ever felt before. Even the deep bruise I can already feel forming on my back only adds to the sensation as his large form jerks mine to my feet. My lungs strain and squeeze with effort as his fleshy hand tightens, leaving my legs to haphazardly dangle underneath me as he brings me to his towering height. The mask he’s wearing whirls as if it’s trying to pull something in, the gears in the breather pieces spinning like the wheels of a hypnotist. He may as well be judging by the way sparks fill the edges of my vision. My filed nails are useless against the thick gloves he wears.

I wish I could feel him… his hands when he kills me.

I never got to ask him what’s wrong with my eyes, if they look better now.

Or why he’s gone through all this trouble to be the one to kill me?

It doesn’t matter. He probably just needs the money.

My chest warms, actually I feel hot all over. A tension is building somewhere it shouldn’t like a line from my belly to my core. To places I’ve neglected to explore, to touch myself because how could it feel this…

Good.

It's not supposed to feel like this, not right now.

Darkness bleeds into my vision, dotting and blacking out everything in sight. My chest and throat, legs and head aching. Screaming out in pain, blacking him out.

“Closing your eyes is cheating, sweetling.” He whispers, but it’s his lips that grab my attention as they run the length of my jaw. My eyes…

Right.

He needs to see them.

I try, but my body isn’t responding, my lungs no longer feel as if they’re straining. I’m weightless, trapped between the abyss and his lips. If my eyes aren’t open, I suppose they can’t disappoint him. His lips find mind taking a strained kiss. I don’t know if I offered to him or not.

My first kiss isn’t as magical as I’d imagined it.

I don’t mind, not at all really. We’re both finally getting what we wanted. When my brain stops keeping up, it’s chilled blue eyes and pale hair that greets me.

Nine…

Reverie Age Eleven

My hands shake as I creep towards the window of the living room, knowing I’ve got fifteen seconds. Seconds I’ve counted painstakingly on held breath every single day since the age of tears subsided.

Mostly.

My footsteps are louder than they’ve ever sounded before, despite trying harder than ever before to be silent.

“Reverie, your scans indicate distress. Are you alright?” CeCe asks paused at her docking station. Her sleek white frame mashed with chucks of black twist to watch me despite not being able to see.

Ten seconds.

Ten seconds until her diagnostic scans stop and she can see again.

Nine seconds.

“Reverie?” she urges her head posed in my general direction.

I’m sorry CeCe… mom. I can’t… I can’t stand to look at these walls a moment longer.

Seconds that moments before passed like thick honey quip by in the blink of my eye as I bolt for the window mere steps from me now, throwing open dusty thick shades. The rush of neon light makes me flinch, my eyes watering in response to being removed from the darkness they’d grown used to.

“CeCe, can I look outside today?”

“It goes against my core directives to allow you access to the outside.”

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