Found

Completely and Forever

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"Thomas." I breathed barely over a whisper. Still, on the floor, I shuffled backward until I could travel no further. The ghostly figure loomed over me, bending down to my level, almost face to face. He reached a hand out towards me but I swatted it away. "Don't touch me!" He backed up slightly, afraid of my touch as if it would burn him. I buried my head in my hands until I felt a hand on my shoulder. "I said don't touch me!" I rose from the ground, still cowering in fear. 

"Hey hey, I'm not going to hurt you." He reached his arms out in front of him once more but I would not let this sudden 'kindness' distract me from the fact he was back, back for something more than revenge. A life maybe. But I could not be sure with his twisted mind. 

"What! You've never told such a big lie! You hurt Ben! You took him away! I guess you want to do the same thing to me! You're an asshole and I hate you!" 

"Grace?" Ben appeared in front of me, a concerned look on his face. I don't know why he hadn't sprinted away at the sight of Thomas, I certainly would if I were him. I suck back to the ground. My hands wrapped tightly around my head. Ben sunk down next to me. "Grace. What's wrong?"

By now I was shaking with fear, tears streaming down my face. Thomas was standing right in front of us - back from the dead. How was Ben not terrified like I was. I peeped through my hands to Thomas approaching me bending down next to Ben. How...? I was growing too terrified to see him again, I felt so numb I sat there frozen unable to do anything but subject myself to my end. My doom. 

"What's wrong with her Ben?" Thomas asked, placing a hand on his back. I couldn't even comprehend how he was being so friendly like he wasn't Thomas. The Thomas who took him beat his mentality to a pulp. Sure he was getting better but I was sure he would have been halfway across Manhatten by now, not accepting him as if he's a friend. I shivered at the thought of Thomas touching him again. 

"I'm - I'm not sure," he replied, pulling me close to him, "Grace can you hear me?" His words were a distant echo, becoming quieter and quieter as he kept asking the same questions over and over again. Are you okay? Can you hear me? Grace, are you okay? No! I'm not. He is right there. Thomas. Thomas is right there. My tormentor. Your tormentor. And everyone is acting as if he isn't. 

The darkness I was creating was swamping me more and more. I couldn't look and see him there. I just couldn't. It was impossible. I squeezed my hands tighter around my head, pressing my body further and further into the corner, hoping it would swallow me and protect me from him. Tears began plummeting down my face, I hoped that they might wash my pain away, taking Thomas along with them but they were only a reminder of the torment that everyone went through that week at the hands of Thomas. That night, the night Ben came back but I was gone. The days spent sitting on the sofa with Josh, waiting for Ben to come through the door without a scratch. The false hope. No hope. 

More voices. All asking the same questions. Swamping my mind. I couldn't. I won't. More hands touched me. Voices. Questions. Hands. Stop. Please. Help. No.