Fight To Live

To Stand Strong

Sierra POV

Its been one and a half month since I freed Ken from that psychopath but I can see that he is still not stable and that he is breaking down a little everyday and his nightmares everyday aren't helping a lot with his condition.

He is fearing everything slowly because I have seen him getting scared of even people he knows and he is slowly giving up but I cant let him he has to stand strong like me I cant let him break down because if he gives up I will not be able to live up without an ounce of guilt that maybe if I was just a little faster I could have saved him from that horrible sight but now I cant do anything except to be there for him and not let him give up and give him hope so that he fights, he fights to live I want him to stand like me without any fear and weakness and rescue those who needs him.

"OPEN the door Ken you cant get locked up forever", I shouted as I kept pounding on his door because he has kept himself locked up from past three hours and didn't come out even for water. 

"Come on you have to open up Ken", but there is still no sound from the other side which is right now started scaring me as I literally cant hear even a slight movement.

"OK we need to have a serious talk now come on open up, Ken I swear if you wont open this door then I will break it", I shouted while pushing at the door by my shoulder but I cant still here anything from inside.

That's it I cant take it anymore and with this my friends I started my attempt to break the door as this eerily silence is eating me more then his silence when he sits in front me because he is at least in my sight but this silence is scaring the s**t out of me.

I kept on shouting his name and pounding on his door with force of my shoulder and with the last attempt to actually break the door it opens. I staggered on my feet for a few seconds when I regain my footings I looked around the room to find nothing and saw the bathroom door open.

Feeling this nagging in my heart I rushed to the bathroom and stopped dead in tracks my eyes widen in shock when I saw him sitting on the edge of the bath tub with razor blade in his hand before I could think of my actions my hand connects with his cheek and I don't know but I saw the after effects when I really focused around and I saw his hand on his cheek which is turning red because on my slap and the razor that was in his hands has fallen down.

 "What do you think you were doing? You fool! Did you just tried to pull that stunt?", I seethed at him as I was really angry at him because I didn't thought he would just give up and not fight and it is disappointing that he really is thinking to hive up and maybe that feeling of the immense guilt that I am trying to suppress is resurfacing as I cant believe that he is giving up instead of standing stronger more then before after going through it and I am its reason because somewhere I was unable to motivate him which after seeing this sight is eating me more.

He looked up at me with slight tears in his eyes he tried to say something but before he could say anything I took a hold on his elbow and dragged him with me not wanting to listen to anything that he says because I think I found a way or words which could motivate him to fight and live and to stand strong for his upcoming life.

I dragged him to a hospital I know all too well because the people I rescued or any other r**e victims were brought here by me and somewhere I have this feeling that if I show him how many more people are suffering and that they need support of people and their protection he might have the will to keep strong for them and help them, protect them.

"Look at them and keep looking", I told him and shoved him in every room that I remember have a victim in there and I cant forget all these rooms as I keep visiting them every week to check on them its like my own little NGO where I rescue them take them in my wing and protect them and it gives me satisfaction when I make sure that they are safe and stable and can continue to live their life comfortably.

"Who are they?", this is the question that he mumbled when I pulled him in a empty room with confusion visible on his face.

"They are people who went through much more then you but haven't still given up on their lives and are still fighting to live through their nightmares and have hope for a better future while you were trying to give up like a coward when nothing even happened to you", I know I shouldn't have said the last thing but what can I do I think I needed to talk a little more harshly to knock in his nut head.

"What do you mean?", he said while fidgeting with his hands and looking around and I know that he has got the slight idea of who they are and what they had gone through because he was getting uncomfortable with every passing seconds.

"I know that you know what I mean you are thinking right they are all r**e victims they were brought here and they are not giving up instead they are fighting through their nightmares so stop behaving like a victim when you are not instead protect people from becoming victims of these monsters because if w don't protect them there wont be anyone to protect them", I told him while gripping on his shoulders to make him looked at me with this emotion in his eyes that I so wanted to see.

After I don't know how much time but it felt like one hour he said something which made me proud of him.

"Help me I want to help them I don't want more people to suffer", he said and I saw the determination in him which made me happy that he is not giving up.