Haunted By Her Control

You guys were my world

As I look over to the entry of my hospital room, I see my two best friends standing their shocked.

I just break down crying, I hate that they are seeing me like this, completely broken.

They slowly walk towards me and all I can do is look away.

“We are so sorry Amelia”

“You guys have nothing to be sorry for. You guys aren’t to blame for anything that has happened over the last year or all my life.” I croak out with passion. I don’t want them to blame themselves when they have been the two who have made life worth it.

“You guys are my world,” I whisper just before I lose consciousness.

And just like that I am back to looking at lovely night sky filled sparkling with stars and the milky way.

“You guys were my world” I whisper.

“I am more than sorry,” she whispers.

“Did I push you guys away?” I ask, a lot of my memories are fuzzy from that time and I can’t be sure if I didn’t push them away in anger.

“Tell me what you remember after you said those words,” Stacia says avoiding my question.

“I passed out,” I whisper.

“After that when you woke back up and we were sitting waiting.”

I think back, letting the memories flow in…

I remember waking up a lot more away than the last time. Before I notice Max and Stacia, I realise that I can’t wiggle my toes at all. I start to panic, before I know it, I have two nurses pushing me back down but all that does it causes me to freak out even further.

“Don’t touch her, you will only make her worse” I hear yelled out, that pulls me out of my panic attack and causes me to freeze. The nurses look terrified and quickly step back while muttering apologises. Miss Armstrong aka my Mistress, waltz right past my friends and straight to my side.

“Little girl you need to calm down, panicking isn’t going to help. The doctor will be in here soon to explain your injuries and recoveries. So, behave for me and lay back down.” She whispers into my ear before helping me lay back down.

I have no choice but to obey. I look over at my friends shocked faces before closing my eyes, well one eye, in shame.

“Can we have the room please,” my Mistress tells the room. I hear what I assume is the nurses quickly shuffling out of the room before the protests of my two friends.

“We will not leave her side. You may have power over her, but not us.” Max growls.

I slowly open my eyes to face the conflict.

“Please let them stay,” I whisper, almost whimpering out.

Max smirks but Stacia looks worried, after all she has seen more of my Mistresses bad side than Max has.

I look over at her and notice the steam almost coming out of her ears and nose. She leans back down to whisper into my ear again.

“I really wish that you would let me talk to you in private.” She stressed but doesn’t order.

“I want to hear what happened as my memory is still quite fuzzy then I want the doctor to talk to me and inform me of my injuries. Then I want to talk to the police then I will talk to you in private.” I say with as much confidence as I can muster considering whom I am talking to.

“Very well then, what is the last thing you remember then?” She questions clearly not happy but with Max and Stacia in this room she can’t say much.

“I remember most of the dinner party but I can’t remember what happened after that.” I admit.

“We can’t speak for what happened to you on the inside but I can inform you of what happened on our end,” Mistress well Miss Armstrong says but doesn’t continue.

“Okay so why didn’t the bodyguard come in, wasn’t that what they were there for?” I question.

“Your parents had security measures put in and before we had time to break them. Your parents called the police on us. I took a lot to convince them of the truth before they raided the place. By then, your life was in immediate danger.” She sums up, every time she says parents, I can’t help but cringe. I let my self realise the tears that I have been holding in.

No one says anything, or does anything. Luna Armstrong keeps her hand intwined with mine the whole time.

After sometime the doctor walks in, I reckon this doctor doesn’t seem to be in a hurry. When I see the doctor walk in and make eye contact is suddenly becomes quite clear. She knows him. Of course, she does, she has money and money means power.

“How are you feeling Amelia?” The doctor asks me.

“Like someone tried to kill me.” I growl. The doctor looks taken back.

My Mistress squeezes my hand tightly as a warning.

“Amelia, I need to talk to you about your injuries. Do you mind if your friends leave the room?” he asks.

“um” I go to say no but he quickly interrupts me.

“We were able to discover a lot about what your parents did to you and I think its best if we discuss that in private.” He pushes.

Mistress leans in a whispers into my ear, “Do what makes you feel comfortable little girl.”

I am surprised she didn’t try to push me.

“Guys do you mind leaving the room while I talk to the doctor?” I ask.

“We will just be outside, if you need anything call out and we will come straight back in” Stacia reluctantly says.

“Thank you,” I croak out.

I bark pulls me out of the memory immediately. I quickly look around not noticing anything around. I look down at Roxy and noticed that she wasn’t worried about our surroundings only me. my distress must have set her off. I squat down and pat her to calm not only down but myself.

“Are you okay?” I just still really hard to talk about especially the next part.

“I spent so much time back then trying to figure out what you didn’t want us to know. I came to the conclusion that you didn’t need to share it. That the memories would always be there and you didn’t need to relive it by telling it. Growing up, you always tried to protect us from the truth about your life and I was tried to respect that. I will always respect you for protecting Max and I from the horrific truth of you life and the world. You can skip, that part if you still can’t talk about it. I won’t push you, there as been too many people in your life who has done that.” Stacia says.

“Thank you for respecting that. When I said you, guys are my world, I meant it. if I didn’t have you guys growing up, I wouldn’t have survived. I was able breathe and be free when I was with you guys.”

“We love you so much”

“We? You talk as if Max is sitting beside you” I mutter.

“He didn’t just lose a friend but a cousin.”

“I tried to reach out, but you guys never answered. I eventually figured it was for the best, save you guys from the horrors of my past and my toxic energy.”

“We should continue through the story, I will clear things up when that comes into play, I promise.” She vaguely explains once again.

The doctor, explained my injuries which were worse that what he first told Luna Armstrong, which I believe was what you guys were told.”

“Ah yes we were informed of some of you injuries, I realised when we were sitting with you and you tried to move your legs. When you couldn’t that your injuries were more severe.” She explains.

“My rehab was over a year long before I could walk again. They originally though it would up to 3 years before I would be able to work but I was put into a full-time rehab facility that allowed me to heal.”

“I couldn’t imagine.”

“The irony gets me all the time. My parents pushed and pushed me to be the best basketball player and they are also the reason I almost couldn’t play ever again. Not that I want to” I joke out, Stacia’s face scream horrified.

“Sorry, I try to look at it from a different light, it helps me not let it drag me down. I didn’t and don’t want to look at myself as a victim.”

“That makes sense, you always seem to be able to move on from everything so quickly, I guess it just freaks me out.”

“It’s my coping mechanisms, probably most likely not healthy but it works.”

“Any other injuries that you wanted to tell me about.”

“Not that I can stomach to say out loud, I haven’t said it yet and I don’t plan on saying it.”

“Did you dad?” she asks without saying it but looks like she is ready to vomit.”

“NO!” I growl out with disgust; I can’t help it.

“Sorry” she apologises.

“No, I am sorry, it- ah wasn’t my dad”

“Who then? It was only your parents and yourself in the house. Oh no-no, it wasn’t, was it?” she says before I see a tear slip out of her eye.

“I-I” I try to say something but I find myself having nothing to say.

“Look, I shouldn’t have said anything. How about we call it a night.” I suggest.

“Um yeah, okay” she agrees.

“I will show you to the spare room,” I say before walking her there.

“I really need you to understand that nothing was your fault. It isn’t anyone’s. We are still here to live and we owe it to ourselves to make the best out of our lives not cling on to the horrors of the past.” I say even though I have said it so many times that I struggle to believe myself but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Thanks, see you in the morning,” she says before retreating into the room.

I clean up before heading to bed myself. Tonight, has taken it’s toll on me.