My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Warmth.

Softness.

Safety.

That’s what I feel right now. I recognize the smells here, even before my brain and body fully wake-up. I’m home, I can feel it in every fiber of my being. A smile creeps across my face as I start to blink my eyes open and take in my surroundings.

“SKYLAR!” A scream from somewhere in the room brings me out of my safe bubble and I am plunged back into that dark dank cell. Was I dreaming? Is my mind starting to play tricks on me to make me feel safe? “SKYLAR! HELP! HELP ME!”

I shot up from where I was laying, looking to my left for Jena. But she’s not there, a door is there. No, Jena is chained up to my left. What the f*ck is going on?

SKYLAR! PLEASE, HELP ME!”

I shake my head, I’ll figure it out later, Jena needs me first. I swivel my head to the right and see her thrashing in a bed a couple feet from me. A bed. We never had beds. The white comforter is on the floor and she is tangled in the sheets to the point of strangulation. I shut my analyzing brain down and ran to her.

I grab her by the shoulders so she doesn’t hit me in her quest to get free of her nightmare.

you’re safe, open your eyes.” More thrashing and whimpering. “JENA,

Lillian are there. Jena jumps back more, receding into the spot where her headboard meets with the wall and she makes herself as small as possible. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet

awake, kind of, but still locked in her dream. “We. Are. Safe. Do you hear me? We are safe, you’re here with me.” I reach my hand out

longer we are out of that prison.” I don’t look behind

hear me right now.” Doc Sylvia says from the door. “Five things that she can see. Four things she can feel. Three things she can hear. Two things she can

me, we are going to get through this, but you have to let us help you. Nod if you hear me.” I scoot a

my face, I know she is

five things you can

the room, almost like a trapped bunny. “I see you,

“Good, what else?”

legs. I see the people at the door with Doc Sylvia, I don’t remember names though.” She gives me a weak

see another bed, your’s maybe and a desk in the

tell me four things you can

for real this time, it’s small, but real. “I feel the soft bed and pillows. I feel the warm air

hear.” She’s starting to look more alive. There is color to her cheeks and her

voices outside the room. Where are we? I hear lots of voices and

don’t get distracted by