Clentine:
As he started to get closer to , I gulped again. There was a part of that was not accepting whatever was in that needle.
"No, Yorick," I pulled my hand back again, shaking my head firmly.
This ti, I decided to tell him very sternly that I did not want to take that dicine.
"Clentine, did we not go through all this?" he complained tiredly.
"Yes, we did, and I told you the sa thing I’m telling you now. I don’t want that needle, okay? So put it away," I told him sharply.
However, instead of stepping back, he continued to hold on to the needle.
"Okay, co on now. I think you are just scared. Once you get the dose, you will be fine," Yorick remarked, then suddenly stepped toward .
"Yorick, I told you I do not want it," I shouted, lifting my hand to stop him from coming closer.
The mont he reached , he grabbed my left hand and pulled it toward him, bringing the needle up in front of my eyes.
"Wait, what are you doing? I told you I do not want it," I protested, reaching for the injection with my other hand.
He pulled it away and held it tight. I scratched his hand, but he still would not let go.
At this point, it was no longer about him caring for . Sothing was deeply wrong. The fact that he did not understand that my consent mattered triggered .
"Yorick," I said, "let go of my arm."
I demanded, even though all the fingers of my left hand had stopped working.
"You need this dicine," Yorick hissed.
There was sothing strange in his eyes, almost like sothing dark. Slowly, my right-hand fingers started going numb too, and I knew I did not have much ti.
When he brought the needle closer to my hand, I used my right hand to punch his wrist.
The punch landed cleanly. The needle slipped from his hand and fell across the room, near the window.
"Clentine, what the hell?" Yorick shouted, moving to retrieve the injection.
I grabbed his shirt with my right hand and yanked him back onto the bed. He fell onto the bed as I threw myself to the floor and crawled toward the window.
I tried opening it but the window was boarded shut from the outside. At that mont, I realized I was trapped.
I reached for the injection, but before I could grab it, he had already picked it up.
"Are you okay? What are you doing?" he asked, keeping his voice calm as he crouched down and grabbed both my arms to help up.
"Why the heck are the windows boarded shut?" I scread at him, my body starting to shiver as he held both my arms, giving support to stay upright.
"Clentine, I told you, there’s chaos happening outside. People are fighting each other, attacking each other. They only shut it down so that you are safe," Yorick explained, but I began to shake my head at him.
I even tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but I knew the mont he let go, I would fall down.
"Trust ," he uttered.
"They only did it so that you are safe. Otherwise, Clentine, if anything entered, you wouldn’t be able to fight it. You’re not in your usual strength like you used to be. At least not for now, but soon you will feel better," he tried to explain, but my heart was pumping so hard in my chest that my only response to everything he was saying was to shake my head.
"No, I don’t know what is happening to , but this is all weird. I wasn’t even this numb when I was kidnapped. Why is it that suddenly, when I am in your care, I am losing my mobility?" I scread, but my voice barely ca out, a hoarse whisper.
And that scared .
Losing my ability to fight and move scared .
All my life, my strength was what I relied on to save myself from any kind of harm that ca my way.
"No, let go. I do not want your help," I scread at him, but he pulled closer, almost as if trying to make it seem like I was losing my mind.
"Relax. Okay, if you do not want it, I will not give you any dicine, okay?" he uttered softly, rubbing my back.
I wanted to get away from him, but my hands and arms were numb now. I felt like I could only move above my neck.
"Relax. Are you relaxed now?" he asked again.
"You trust , right?" he whispered again, still keeping tightly in his embrace.
"Tell , Clentine. Tell you trust ."
As he insisted again, I closed my eyes, and a tear rolled down my cheek.
"I trust you," I replied quietly.
The mont I said that, I felt his grip tighten around , almost as if even he was shocked that I had said it.
"Then you should know, Clentine," he paused.
There was so much pain in his voice as he continued, "that I will never, ever betray you."
He paused once again.
"That I will never do anything that will bring you pain, even if it ans that I have to watch you be happy with soone else. But sotis, I do make mistakes too, so forgive for hurting you."
As he finished, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I had no clue what he was talking about, but his words did bring comfort.
I forced myself to believe he was telling the truth, until I felt sothing sharp pierce my back.
"But I cannot watch you happy with soone else," he let out a small cry, and my eyes grew wide at what he was doing to .
"You just said you would never hurt ," I cried as I felt the pinch in my back.
"I’m so, so sorry," he whispered into my ear.
All our happy monts, our friendship, everything flashed before my eyes.
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