I’ll Never Leave You

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I’ve come to love the silence

I’ve come to love the silence. I need it to survive. You may think I’m odd for this and you could be right. The fact of the matter is that it doesn’t matter. We do what is necessary to survive or we don’t have a life worth living.

The nurse arrives for my feeding and seeing him is the last bit of socialization I have. They used to slide my food through a little window but, given the circumstances, he can come in. I can’t blame him for being cautious. I was never a threat to anyone. I just wanted help and silence.

I’d tell you my story but I don’t remember most of it.

So, I’ll tell you what I remember.

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I woke up here strapped to a bed. It was horrible. I tried to lift up but it was no use. I raised my shoulders until pains in my gut nearly made me pee the bed. Deep scratches on my arms, legs and neck burned as people on each side of me pulled-out thorns and briars. I remember feeling so embarrassed when they took pictures since I was naked and my head hurt where my hair was ripped out.

They told me I kept mumbling “Inside.”

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I ran into my cage’s door one night.  Smashed my nose pretty good, knocked out my front teeth and put a gash in my forehead that took eleven stitches.  It was storming outside and thunder shook the walls of whatever this place is. I don’t remember not being here. Doctors told me I was found in the woods and brought here.

Anyway, the storm was blowing and flashing and booming something terrible and I just sat here on my bed singing and rocking. One of the doctors had given me a doll baby to keep. I loved it so much I pulled some of its hair out so it looked like its mommy. I remember hearing branches beat on the windows and that was all I remember until they stitched me.

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The next day I sat in the doctor’s office. My wrists itched against the chair and I had to pee.

“What were you running from?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“There was no one in the hall when you ran into the door. Why do you want to hurt yourself?”

I shook my head and was reminded of the stitches in my forehead, my broken nose and missing teeth.

He asked about the trees.

I shrugged my shoulders.

He waved to the mirror and a nurse entered the room pulling a branch from behind his back. It wasn’t big…maybe two feet long. It was thin with some leaves on it. When he noticed I hadn’t taken a breath, the doctor waved him closer.

A bead of sweat slid from my temple as he moved closer but that was nothing compared to the flood I created when touched.

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They said I had Dendrophobia. The blank look on my face prompted them to explain it was a fear of trees. I was covered with branches and leaves while strapped to a bed for treatment. My howls had to sound terrible. When I didn’t respond, they moved a Ficus from his office into my cage.

Usually, it behaved since it was trapped in a pot but it would not let me sleep. It woke me with taunts of, “I know,” and, “He’s coming.” Into the second sleepless night I pinched my nose shut, pressed my lips together and blew until my ears popped and everything went quiet…especially the Ficus. Silence was worth the pain.

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Treatments and drugs made days and nights run together. When I asked once, I was told I’d been here three months. No one had come looking. Worse than that, I was covered in blood when I arrived but hadn’t been womanly since.

They moved me to a dank room in the basement after my belly started swelling and I didn’t blame them after an examination or two.  They had no idea what to do with me.

*  *  *  *  *

At first, a leaf in my underwear startled me, but plucking it and feeling my belly move scared the bejesus out of me. After all, the stem goes inside…

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I’ll Never Leave You — 18 Comments

  1. As much as I enjoy your plot twists & story lines, I really like how you will leave the story like a door that has been left ajar, letting our imagination take it wherever we choose…

    • Thank you! This one is probably as far out there as I’ve been. Maybe ‘Everything Hurts’ was out there in a different way. I was struggling with the prompt, had written something else entirely and a good friend of mine suggested a mental ward and a tree attack. Here we are. Thanks for reading! You and Dom are great!!

  2. This is like a twisted modern fairy tale – creepy, mysterious and seductive. I like the way you let out a bit of the story at a time, holding the reader’s attention and piquing their curiosity. Very imaginative and well-told! I’d be curious about what you wrote first except that this just seems so perfect!

    • Thanks! “a twisted modern fairy tale” – I LIKE that! I may revise and post what I’d written previously but it needs extensive revision (eh..but what doesn’t?). Thanks for reading!

    • Now THAT is a reference. I owe the idea to a friend of mine. She said the original story was “blah” (and I agreed with her). Mental ward? Check! I’m on-board with that project! Thanks Suzanne 🙂

    • Thanks, Jackie 😀 I’ve written very normal stories about a boy & a girl and I’ve enjoyed them. This is more fun for now. Glad you liked the ending – I went back & forth with it 😐

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