Fleurie's point of view: I suppose I tried pretty hard to fight back the first two or three times the scumbag hit me. But I gradually realized that when you try to physically defend yourself against a man who is bigger, rougher, and stronger than you, you wind up inflicting more harm to yourself than to him. Not only would I be damaged from the blows that scumbag inflicted on me, but also from my own attempts to defend myself. I eventually learnt how to crouch away in a safe manner. Retaliation was no longer a possibility. and I did this yesterday, the day before, and the year before that. I cooked for him this morning, but I didn't get any food today as well. There was pushing and shoving and throwing stuff at me at my previous school, and there was one of the students that were squirted squirting me with ketchup and had Skittles candy thrown at me in the cafeteria. I wish I had never lived a life where I fought with my body, leaving behind persistent scars that will never go awa
Fleurie's point of view: "Hey Flow," A soft familiar voice called. I groaned as I got up from the grassy grounds. " Who is there?" I asked as if haven't been mute for half of my life. " Flow," The voice giggled and called again. " Who is there?" I asked eagerly wanting to know who it was and from where is it calling. " I'm here baby," The voice said from behind me and lightly chuckled. I abruptly looked behind me. There she was standing behind me. Her dark brown eyes and hazel eyes. My mother stood there, looking at me with a smile mounting her face. " Mommy?" With a choked sob, I called. " Yeah baby, it's me," She smiled warmly. I leapt toward her and pulled her in a crushing hug. "I miss you, Mommy, I miss you so much," I continued saying as I wailed. Suddenly, everything stopped. No wind moved the trees and no warmth came from the body I am hugging. It all turned black and I fell deep. As I came out of the blackness and slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the blindin
Fleurie's point of view: Doctor Brittany informed me that I had been unconscious for almost seven days. She informed me that I had four fractured ribs, which thankfully did not pierce my lungs. I'm hoping it did. I have nine stitches across my brow and another four on my jaw. She informed me that she had treated both old and fresh injuries on my body. She predicted that my jaw and forehead would scar. Doctor Brittany is a nice woman, and Victoria, the woman who was sitting next to me when I awoke, is Graysen's mother. I can see the anxiety in her eyes as she softly and caringly attended to me. I'm not used to receiving so much love and attention. It's strange. I'm still perplexed as to who brought me here. And I was more concerned about who would pay for the hospital because I had no money. I felt helpless and cumbersome, and I'm afraid of what would happen if I fell asleep. He could return to me, I know he will, and he will surely take me to finish what he was doing. Everyt
Fleurie's point of view: I was startled when I awoke in a dark room, in a lovely fluffy bed, which truly felt fantastic. I examined the powder baby walls, which had images hung on them, rewards on the shelf, and a large black screen. Standing up, I yanked the blankets off. I glanced at the images; there were people in them, a large family. It was freezing. I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of an enormous shirt and baggy sweatpants. Someone saw it. Someone saw my scars. It is not allowed. He's going to murder me. He threatened to murder me if anyone found out. Oh gosh, what will I do? He stated that he will never leave me alone. I should just go because he will bring harm to everyone in this house because of me. I dashed to the front door. I flung it open and dashed into the corridor in this vast space, ignoring the anguish and soreness I was experiencing. I spotted the steps and dashed downstairs. I could hear distant voices. Now I'm slamming into someone's ches
Fleurie's point of view: I've been here at Graysen's place for days now, and I'm still oddly at ease. I'm still frightened of leaving the room. Graysen's mother made sure I ate every meal, but it's still too difficult; every time I try to eat something, I throw up the next second, but I'm getting used to it by sipping soups and eating lighter foods. Food was not something I'd eat with the scumbag on a regular basis. In such a house, I can go for two days without eating. Even if I were to eat, it would be leftovers and scraps. I'm really glad and appreciative of everything Graysen's family has done for me. Despite the fact that I can't stay here much longer. He's going to track me down, track down this family, and then destroy both of us. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice or hear him enter the room. " Fleurie," I was taken aback. I raised my head, widening my eyes. Graysen apologized quietly, "I'm sorry if I scared you." I shook my head and began writing i
Fleurie's point of view: "Shh, it's okay now, I'm here," Graysen said as I awoke from my nightmare. I had a dream about being dragged across the floor by him and him bringing his terrifying and strange-looking pals from that day. Thankfully, Graysen jolted me awake from my nightmare. Day by day, As I drift into the arms of sleep, as a child in a wonderland, my brain draws monsters as a sort of montage, changing as the moments pass. I've been waking up in a cold sweat, shaking, my pulse racing, suspicious and paranoid that the terror has followed me here in this house-like mansion for the past several days. Last night was fantastic; it seemed like a young girl's fantasy. Graysen's mother was sweet and loving; she reminded me a lot of my mother, which makes me miss her so much. Elliot and Emmett were a lot of fun. It makes me miss my brother while also making me hate him more. My bath was prepared for me by Graysen. After immersing myself in the water for an hour or more, I wrappe
Third Point Of View:Graysen and his friends arrived at school, and everything appeared to be as usual, with no conflicts.Fleurie moved closer to the mother and Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and she attempted to make her soul smile, but the smile never seemed to want to come closer to this young lady.There was nothing wrong with the exception of two lost hearts and souls in the realms.For thousands of years, those two spirits walked between the streets, the stones, walking around just observing, and these two souls never seemed to part after all these years.But something drew these souls, two bodies that appear to be too enticing for these souls, but sadly, the two bodies are in different places accomplishing two entirely different activities, these two bodies have different hearts.One is filled with gloom, despondency, and pessimism.The other heart is full of anxieties and affection for the other.These souls parted after all these years of seeking and desiring the two hearts, but
Fleurie's point of view:Even if my eyes remain closed, I am awake. I'm not going to open them. Opening them would be acknowledging that those atrocious events occurred to me. I recall sitting outdoors with Gray's mother outside that house-like mansion when a searing sensation took over my neck and stung me so much. Grey's mother's expression when all the pain had subsided was astonished, and she looked at me with disbelief. She began to remark that it was strange, that great power was emanating from me, and then I blacked out. I'm not sure what actually happened to me, but if I opened my eyes, I'd be admitting it was real and frightening. Despite the fact that I'm used to the agony that scumbag put on me. As I tried to acclimate to what was a dream and what was reality, a bright light shined in my eyes, stinging them. There are trees and leaves everywhere. The scent is wonderful and refreshing. It felt great. The sound of what seemed to be a river running nearby drew my attent