| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
“See,” he says, “You see the light under the door? It’s not completely dark, see?”
But I can hardly hear him. I am shaking horribly. I close my eyes and I can see images of bodies burning, people screaming. I can feel extreme pain in my legs. It is terrifying me to the point that I cannot sleep.
I hear him sigh; hear his feet come closer to me. Before I know it, his arms are around me, and he is humming. “Shhhh,” he says, “Shhhh, everything is okay, love. Everything is okay.”
“No it isn’t!” I sob. The images burn through my mind, so vividly. I can hear the crash and smell the gas. I shake my head thoroughly. “No, it is not fine. I can see them all, I can see it all…”
J’s arms are tighter around me now, warmer. “Shhhh,” he continues, “Nothing’s going to hurt you here. I got you.” But I am crying, I am still alone in the darkness, and the images are killing my soul – a slaughterhouse in my mind, pushing and pushing at my subconscious until they burn into my reality. Suddenly, his hands are on my face, and he is looking at me so intensely that I can almost see him through the dark. “What do you see?” he asks. I cry harder; I do not want to say, do not want to plague his beautiful mind with my thoughts. But he is so persistent, and I am at such loss. The words are out before I know what I am saying.
But he does not seem shocked. Instead, his face – that I can now see through the darkness – looks troubled. He embraces me tightly, singing to me softly a tune I do not know. “I promise you,” he whispers in song, “I will do all I can to fight the demons that chase you.”
I cry in his arms.
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15.07.09.