Pervert? Me? What is she talking about? Pain shot up through my head and the images. I was trying hard to resist them as I put my hands over my face. I could something wet and cold land on my palms as the something banged loudly. Tears were trickling down slowly as the fear began to strike again. As a response, My realm began shaking. Usually I would guess that that was my body. As my realm shook, I began having a siezure. My mind was trying hard to get over the fear but in the end it bore no fruits. I suffered the consiquences of the fear. That is until I forced my eye to open wide. The fear was still there because of my other eye. I was ready to do any thing to get rid of the fear. Even if it meant forcing it open with my bear hands. I touched the other eye With my hands. Something was covering it. I began tearing through it and then when I got to the flesh. I was ready to rip it open until something touched my arms and the fear slowly began melting away. I could hear them sob. " I am sorry." I did not know how to react at first because a few minutes ago, she said she was not my sister. And because of that I pretty much had no choice to believe her.
I embraced her tightly and did not close my eye for the whole time. This fear was iconic to me. I heard a creek. "My? What are you doing?" What is he talking about? My vision was getting refined and I could tell that he was angry. I still could not make out his face. After spending so many days with him. He had clenched his fist tightly. "You dare to defy my daughter with your perverted hands and lips. I save your life and this is how you repay me?" I told I had no reason to trust her. "Don't forget. You are not my brother." Those words did not come to me as a surprise. I already knew this was going to happen. She let go and then with a jerk, I hit something hard. I passed out on impact. Upon coming round, I could feel myself something hard below me. It was cold and wet. Rain drops were falling on my arms. I open my eye and looked around. The light is a wrong path for me to take. I used my arms and began crawling away to wards the dark. Fear was about to overcome when it suddenly came to me that that doctor had not helped me at all. Instead he was using me for something. For some reason I did not feel right about my self. I seemed weaker than when I was first brought there.
I continued crawling until I came to my senses. I was still on the bed and I am pretty sure I am losing sanity. I felt around the bed and noticed something wet on my fingers. I brought it close to my eye and it was dyded red. Blood. I muffled my scream as tormenting pain shot up from my eye. I covered my eyes with my hands and sobbed into them as a way of calming down. I could feel it trickle down my face and arms. I licked the blood off from the side of my lips. It had a metallic tinge in it. I uncovered my eye and the opened the other one. I looked around the room. And then my ear picked up a someone gasping for air. "Oh my God! You are crazy. You just ripped your eye open as if it were nothing." I heard her say it. Or maybe not. But the point about my eyesight being refined was true. Then, what I assume was the door opened. "What happened here?" It was the man taking care of me. "He what?" I heard him ask in whispers. I could not tell the tone of his emotion. I had no physical way to do that as pain siezed my body. With my one eye, all I could see was red.
Blood had gotten into my eye. "Alright then, I understand how you feel about him being here." "Why do you keep when you he will just abandon you..." I don't know if there was more to that sentence. I didn't really want to find out. Images of two spouses flashed past my eyes. Their figures and faces were distorted and I did not notice that I was crying. My parents had abandoned me. That's he is still keeping me. A distorted voice made an entry into my ear. It was a totally new voice. It hurled insults towards me calling me a brat and worthless. I heard a lot of words and they were all painful. Especially then since my mind had percieved that the voices were of my parents. But why did I care so much about them? "O' Geez. Why is he always moody?" "What are you talking about?" "He would all of a sudden smile or fear or cry. I don't know what happened." "That's it!" "What?" "I am going to call Ronald. Watch him for me. He will be gone as soon as he is healed."
I heard her sigh in my head. I felt around the bed and grabbed onto the sides of the bed. I clenched my fists tightly until a sharp pain travel up my arms. I held in the pain and suffered. I heard the door open. I looked up only to find no one there. Was I dreaming again? I squinted my eye but pain shot up each time I tried to do it. I was ready for anything. Then, a cold fluid flowed through my heart. I could feel. My body felt lighter. I heard some one counting but I only amde it to five or six before I was completely lost in my mind.