Pieces of Him

I heard a rattling sound of metals that was followed by a heavy footsteps of someone from the other side of the door. He's here... he's here! I felt my body trembled just by knowing the fact that he is back here again. It has always been like this ever since he put me in this cruel place. My breathing became heavy as I shut my eyes close and pretended as if I am sleeping. I don't want to see him, nor even talk to him. Fear is now slowly devouring my whole system, my heart is beating so fast and no matter how hard I try to act normal, I always end up being afraid and aghast of his presence. The night felt even colder when he entered the room. I could perfectly hear everything, so I know that he is now starting to walk towards me, the louder his footsteps became, the more frightened I get. I just hope that he's not Blake, I'm afraid of him the most, and I don't like him, his every touch to my body sickens me. Please let it be Cedrick or Dimitri, please. My breathing temporarily stopped when I noticed his presence behind my back. I'm guessing that he's standing beside the bed, watching and staring at my back. Cold sweats started to fall slowly from my forehead. An eerie feeling crept inside my hurt, bringing my chest into a heavy and uneasy state. He's not Cedrick nor Dimitri, he's Blake! I almost let out a whimpering cry due to that realization. Why does it have to be him? Why? The bed creaks a little when he put some extra weight in it, sitting and slowly leaning his whole body on the bed. The warmth of his body greeted my back, and his stares are still there. I always get a nervous feeling whenever his eyes are roaming my whole, that's when I know he's staring at me. "Doctor," his hand crawled up to my hair and played with it, slowly rubbing and kissing my head. "Hmmm, you smell so good," he said softly, contradicting the deepness and huskiness of his voice. However, it only made me feel even worse. I flinched when I felt his hands traveled down from my head unto my bare shoulders, his palm covering almost the entirety of it. His fingertips slowly traced the outline of my collarbone, causing my whole body to tense up. "I know you're awake, Scarlett. Come and face me," he ordered. The firmness of his voice gave me the idea that he's serious and unpleased, but it didn't surpass my fear of facing him. I still didn't move a muscle. "Don't test my patience, doctor," he warned and with that, even if it's against my will, I slowly turned around to follow his demands, my body shaking in solicitude. I cautiously opened my eyes, and when I did, horror automatically crept throughout my body. My lips parted as tears started to escape my eye. Blood... his face and neck are splashed with blood. I tried to retract from his touch when his fingers brushed the side of my cheek, but he didn't let me. Even his hands are covered with dry blood, and I know it's not his. Who else did he kill tonight? "Shhh, stop crying, stop crying," he continuously uttered, wiping my tears dry. It only made me cry louder. "Please—let—me—go," I pleaded in between my cries, but instead of listening to me, I saw the corner of his lips rose. "Never," he possessively answered before pulling me closer to his embrace and burying his head to my neck. I just laid there, silently crying my heart out due to helplessness, fright, and distress. How did I end up in this situation? Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to witness every piece of him and suffer like this?