Resurgence

{15} Walls

Tears streamed from her eyes. 

A girl was knelt over on the white tiled floor in front of me, helplessly shuddering as hoarse cries escaped her throat. 

Stunned, my feet remained glued to the floor.  I blinked at the fogginess in my brain, my heart squeezing for her sobs that were so full of devastation and so full of pain. Holding onto herself... until she wasn't. 

No longer able to hold herself up, her palms slammed to the floor beneath her in an effort to support herself as her cries intensified.

And I could see why. 

My heart squeezed tighter and my eyes watered. She was thin to a point of being sickly, her blue shirt hanging off of her shoulder and her frail figure so weak that it seemed as if a mere feather could have knocked her down.  She kept shuddering and crying while huddled over something dark on the floor.

Her hair.

Her beautiful dark hair styled with prominent green dye in tufts on the floor. I watched as she raised a trembling hand to run through it and watched as a small clump of hair came loose into her hand. And then, she screamed. An ear-piercing scream that made my breath catch and finally thawed my body. 

Slowly, I moved one foot in front of the other towards the girl. Automatically, I kneeled down and intended to hug the crying girl. That is, until my arm went through her like some sort of ghost.

She was solid and I was not. Trying again, my hand inched closer to rest on her shoulder. I felt a bit of warmth from contact when it completely passed through her and my arm jerked away. The girl still held onto herself, no indication that she had felt me...

I looked down to my hands and calmly noted that my body was a bit transparent; not fully materialized. Yet no feelings of fear spurred within me. Shaking my head, again I tried to free my mind from the wisps of fogginess. 

Despite the situation, I felt steady, calm and sure. That somewhere within me something whispered that I was safe. 

By the time I looked back at the girl, she was staring straight at me... no, straight behind me. She couldn't see or feel me; like I wasn't present at all. Finally able to get a good luck at her face, my eyebrows scrunched at the familiarity. Recognizing her, but not able to remember from where. 

"W-why did this have to happen to me?" she cried out. 

A tear slipped down my cheek for her pain. Holding a hand over my aching chest, I turned around to see who she spoke to.  A man was standing in the doorway with another man close behind him. 

Men who also looked familiar. 

Recognition immediately slammed into me and the fog dissipated. It all came back rushing back at once. 

Joha and Ellis. 

Men who led me to believe I was safe. Men who had drugged me. Men who were taking me away from mom and dad. It all came together, my heartbeat quickening as my hands balled together into fists. 

But...then I saw their broken expressions. Just as quickly the tides of anger rose, it immediately calmed when I heard the girl sob behind me once more. My heart dropped as I glanced back at the girl with wide eyes and back to them, understanding dawning on me.

They stood in the doorway supporting each other. Joha was leaning into Ellis, a trembling hand covering his mouth while Ellis stood with a grim expression and a tight arm around his husband, both of their eyes watery from unshed tears as they looked down at their very sick daughter.