Fix you

Chapter 2

Annabelle

I jerk awake to find myself still on the floor clutching my mothers necklace. I get up shakily still trying to recover from my nightmares. I walk to my bedside table and grab a white pill bottle. No i'm not a drug attic and i'm not trying to kill myself.  I got ptsd from being kidnapped and now i'm prone to have panic attacks or sudden flashes of it. These pills lessen the chance of that happening. I pop in two swallowing them dryly. I run a hand through my hair putting the pills down. I hear the door creak slightly as it opens. I turn and see my Dad coming through. He is 38 and doesn't act a day over 21. He has brown hair reaching to his ears and his face that always had a smile on it was now overturned with a frown. His green eyes looking weighted with the death of his wife and the brokenness of his daughter. He walks nimbly towards me pulling me into a small hug. It had been a month since he kidnapped me and today was the court final court hearing to see if he would be sent to death row. The judge decided that he would live his life out in prison. I thought that would be enough, but it doesn't matter where he is he will always haunt me. I let myself sink into his hug wishing that i could make him smile. He looks down at my clutched hand and sees my mother's necklace. He smiles numbly and draws it away from me. I don't resist. It was his wife's necklace anyway. He moves my hair surprising me as he puts the necklace on me. He clips it as i feel it burning into my skin. I touch it and turn toward him. He grabs my shoulders and nods. He walks out after that. I wanted to be better, but i couldn't. My thoughts mull over me as i cradle the necklace between my fingers. I have to live on no matter how broken i am. She would want that. I stand frozen at my door for a few minutes before i reach for the knob. I open it sightly and my hand shakes. There you're family they won't be disgusted by you. I pull the door open all the way and walk nimbly into the hall. The red carpet dragging under me black socks. Every step was a mountain, but i had to keep going. I had to be strong. I walk down the stairs and shuffle my way into the kitchen. My brother stands i the middle of the kitchen his eyes lowered in the counter. I clear my throat as he looks up. His Doe eyes are glazed with tears and large purple bags sit under his eyes. His brown hair is thrown and shewn everywhere. He looks weighted like me. I gasp as i take him in. Without even thinking i run behind the counter and collect him in a bear hug. The monster had really destroyed my us. I felt his chest heave the heavy tears finally leaving his eyes dripping down into my hair. I tighten my hold afraid if i let go he will break. I sigh into his chest as we finally split. "D-do you w-want something to eat"He stutters out his tears threatening to close his throat. I shake my head no and i guide him to his room. He embraces me in a last hug before i push him into his room. I haven't talked to anyone since i came back. I don't know why i just don't want to. I numbly walk down the stairs again and turn on the TV. All the reports are about me and how the dirt bag is going to spend the rest of his days in a jail cell. I bite my lip as i surf through the TV. I'm safe right?