for scars_we_share
The knife rips a line down my torso, all the way from just below the hollow of my throat to my navel. I bite down on my lip as I scream, straining with what little strength I have left against the dagger that has my least damaged arm - the other shoulder's dislocated and the upper arm and forearm are good examples of open fractures - penned to the wooden floor. I wonder for an instant if that was what crucifiction felt like before he twists the knife in my belly.
"Fucking bastard!" It should be a howl but it's a wail.
My tormenter only laughs as he clamps one cloven hand over my mouth, leering down at me as he repeats the cut, this time in reverse and much deeper. The blade grates against my ribs and I can barely breath for the pain.
He wipes the blade off on my throat; I'm surprised when he doesn't slit it. He reaches into my chest - dear God in Heaven that hurts! - and starts breaking my ribs. If it wasn't for the pain, I think I'd feel more nauseous than I do.
Oh God...he just lifted out my sternum...I can see my heart...can't look at it. Can't look at him. From the corner of my eye, I see him pick the knife up. No...no more...don't-
I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. I run a trembling hand over my face and clench my eyes shut. Another cold sweat. God, what I wouldn't give for a good night's rest. For dreamless- nightmareless, flashback-free sleep. At least I woke up before he punctured my lung, mauled my throat, and ripped out my heart. Saved me some bruises; I always managed to fall out of bed when it played all the way through.
And to know that Faith saw it happen...
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way to the mirror. Running a hand through my hair I flipped the lightswitch, blinking as the florescent bulbs sprang to life.
I ran my fingertips over the scars on my throat. Thankfully turtlenecks were relatively inexpensive and good at keeping other people from asking questions. Keeping lies in order took time away searching; time wasn't a thing to waste when you were already late. Sighing, I turned off the lights and lay down on the bed.
Faith. She'd be grown, now, strange as it felt to think about it. Huh. What would she be like when I found her? Still as fond of knives? I smiled softly, remembering how I gave her one for her birthday. I missed alot of birthdays while I was...dead. Ought to do something about that. Maybe buy her dinner somewhere...or something that wouldn't make me think of a date quite so much; she'd still be several years my junior, and my Slayer.
If she'll have me back.
"Fucking bastard!" It should be a howl but it's a wail.
My tormenter only laughs as he clamps one cloven hand over my mouth, leering down at me as he repeats the cut, this time in reverse and much deeper. The blade grates against my ribs and I can barely breath for the pain.
He wipes the blade off on my throat; I'm surprised when he doesn't slit it. He reaches into my chest - dear God in Heaven that hurts! - and starts breaking my ribs. If it wasn't for the pain, I think I'd feel more nauseous than I do.
Oh God...he just lifted out my sternum...I can see my heart...can't look at it. Can't look at him. From the corner of my eye, I see him pick the knife up. No...no more...don't-
I sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for breath. I run a trembling hand over my face and clench my eyes shut. Another cold sweat. God, what I wouldn't give for a good night's rest. For dreamless- nightmareless, flashback-free sleep. At least I woke up before he punctured my lung, mauled my throat, and ripped out my heart. Saved me some bruises; I always managed to fall out of bed when it played all the way through.
And to know that Faith saw it happen...
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way to the mirror. Running a hand through my hair I flipped the lightswitch, blinking as the florescent bulbs sprang to life.
I ran my fingertips over the scars on my throat. Thankfully turtlenecks were relatively inexpensive and good at keeping other people from asking questions. Keeping lies in order took time away searching; time wasn't a thing to waste when you were already late. Sighing, I turned off the lights and lay down on the bed.
Faith. She'd be grown, now, strange as it felt to think about it. Huh. What would she be like when I found her? Still as fond of knives? I smiled softly, remembering how I gave her one for her birthday. I missed alot of birthdays while I was...dead. Ought to do something about that. Maybe buy her dinner somewhere...or something that wouldn't make me think of a date quite so much; she'd still be several years my junior, and my Slayer.
If she'll have me back.