My head was pounding as I stared up into nothing. There were bandages, coarse form what I could feel, covering my eyes. For some reason, I felt detached from my body. There was an aching pain that was echoed everywhere on my body, but the explanation for that pain kept slipping away from my consciousness.
I liked where my mind was now, it was a place that I was very familiar with,the place I had always retreated to when I was bullied or hurt before. Kids are cruel creatures, and have the tendency to follow their parents actions, in my case that was the abuse of me. I had grown used to being on my own quickly, and had learned many tricks to make up for my weaknesses.
There was a sudden humming on my left, and I tried to turn my head toward the noise, but my neck muscles violently protested. A gasp of air came from the left side of the room , and firm footsteps approached. I knew that it was Daniel, and dreaded what was to come. Daniel had been raised strictly by his parents, who taught him the best of the best, and many ways to torture, extract information, survive on his own, etc. These were all skills that we learned as children, but Daniel's family took it several steps beyond what duty required of them. He was heir to their grand fortune, and was raised according to what would be best for the company. It was due to his family and my family's business that an engagement was formed between the two of us, me being the only child in my family.
His footsteps due closer to the bed, and I steeled myself to remain still as he pulled the IV out of my arm roughly. He didn't bothering taping a gauze pad down nor clean the needles site. Surprising, his hands were soft as he placed one arm behind my back, and the other behind my knees as he picked me up. Still attempting to remain in my zen zone, I allowed my head to fall backwards.
