Pain—Save Me from This Hell

PAIN—SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL
Kathandria wakes up groaning in pain. She attempts to roll over onto her side but shrieks in agony instead. Tears flow in rivulets from her eyes and drip from her face onto the floor bloody floor beneath her. She holds a bruised and beaten hand to her screaming side. She hisses in pain as she hits a sore spot. “What happened? Was I in a car accident?” Kathandria wonders. Suddenly, her memory comes flooding back; she tightly clenches her eyes shut. It’s all she can do to stop from screaming.
She quiets her sobs down by clamping her free hand over her mouth. She wobbles towards the bathroom where there are bandages and other things she needs in situations like this. She takes off her shirt and pants and examines her body. Her eyes sadden as she sees black and blue bruises all over her body, lacerations, shards of glass in some of her wounds, handprints, everything her parents left behind on her last night. She grabs the first aid kit she hid in her bathroom the first time she was old enough to buy one. She smiles softly as she traces the scars and cuts she had made recently. Small, silvery scars littered her body. She dresses in her usual Hot Topic band merch and attire. She goes to the black, soul-sucking void known as school, or as she prefers to call Six/Seven Cruel Hours of Our Lives.
As normal, she’s made fun of and called all sorts of inappropriate names. She had done nothing to deserve to be called them. She gets beat up at lunch by a large group of girls and guys after she accidentally collides with the new guy. She runs away into the girls’ restroom. Unbeknownst to Kathandria, the new guy follows her into the restroom. Kathandria sat on the toilet lid in the handicap stall. She was bawling her eyes out as she runs the razor over her arms, hips, legs, thighs, everything. She hears him enter and stops making any noise.
“Hello? Are you okay in there?” He asks. Her blood drips onto the floor and creates a pool of red. It could easily be mistaken for a girl getting her period or someone getting beaten up and bleeding if the person wasn’t there to witness what really happened. She doesn’t answer. The second she thinks he isn’t paying attention, she bolts from the restroom and runs to her first period class, AP Physics. The new guy comes in. As soon as he sees her, he walks over to her and sits down.
“Hello. My name is Drageon Daemon. You, Mrs. Lovely are?” Drageon asks as he sticks his hand out to Kathandria. She looks at him, distrust shining in her azure eyes.
“My name is Kathandria Athellenia. Call me either Kat or Kath. Well met.” Kat says. He grins. The left side of his mouth raises higher than the right side and smiles slightly wider. Kathandria blushes and ducks her head to hide her flaming face. Drageon chuckles and shakes his head. Turns out, Drageon has all the same four classes as Kathandria does. And he sat next to her in all four periods. By the end of the day, the two had struck a tentative friendship. Over the course of a month, Kathandria decides that she could trust him enough to bring him to her house. She brings him to her house the only day her parents are not at home…or at least they aren’t supposed to be.
The door is slightly ajar as an ominous feeling of dread encompasses her entire being. Drageon notices something is wrong and walks closer to her and hugs her. He holds her hand to give her strength. Together, they walk in. Her house is trashed. Kathandria drops to her knees as her blood runs cold. Her parents walk in in an intoxicated stupor. Their bloodshot eyes betraying the fact that they’re high. They see Drageon comforting and consoling Kathandria. They rush at her and shove him out the way.
“Hoe! How dare you bring your job, you whore, into our house, our home! Damn slut!” Kathandria’s mother roars as she wails upon Kathandria. When Kathandria falls to the floor without making any noise, she snarls and starts furiously kicking her daughter in her ribs, face, head, anything and everything. Silent tears stream down Kathandria’s bruised, bloodied, and busted up face. Kathandria curled up into a fetal position. She slowly loses consciousness. As her world fades to black and she gets ready to welcome Death and His Reaper with open arms, she hears Drageon whisper to her. “Hold on Kathandria. Please hold on. I can’t lose you. I can’t live without you. I-I-I love with you.” The last thing I felt was Drageon’s lips brushing against my ear.
*****************Eight Weeks Later*****************
Drageon sat in Kathandria’s hospital room stoking her face. He brushed her white hair tipped in black from her face. He clenched his eyes shut as tears pricked his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. Kathandria skin is pale; she’s been in a coma for two months since that night. He hasn’t left her bedside since then. He is barely eating; food had to be forced down his throat for him to eat. He’s in the same condition as Kathandria is with being anorexic.
She hears someone sobbing close to her. Kathandria slowly blinks her eyes open. She sees Drageon sobbing while he clutches onto her. She smiles and weakly rubs his back. He stops sobbing and looks up at Kathandria with a grief stricken face. He blinks and hugs her as soon as he realizes Kat is actually awake and he’s not hallucinating that she’s awake.
“I-I…. Can I....can I l-live with your parents?” Kathandria asks with a rusty voice, unused for many weeks. Drageon nods. Kathandria looks up at Drageon in wonder and shock. She truly didn’t expect him to agree. He calls his parents and ask them if Kathandria can stay with them after he explains to them the situation she’s in. They agree. As soon as she’s discharged from the hospital, Kathandria is going to go stay with them. Her parents were arrested the night she was put in the hospital. Drageon had called them.
*****************1½ Months Later*****************
“Woah Kat! Be careful! You’re still weak!” Drageon says. Kathandria huffs angrily.
“Drageon, I’m not going to break. I’m okay sweetheart. Promise.” Kathandria smiles charmingly. Drageon sighs but relents. He still helps her up the steps to his house. It’s large and white. It’s beautiful. Kathandria squeals and hugs Drageon.
“I’m glad we finally graduated. I’m glad I finally got out the hospital. It was hard passing school while I was in the hospital.” Drageon nods in agreement. Kathandria twirls around in a circle. She is wearing a black dress from Hot Topic. It had a bodice that was all black lace while the rest was silk. It shone and was soft to the touch. She has on skeleton leggings that looked realistic. Black combat boots stopped below Kat’s knees. They have laces that are laced in a stitch or ‘x’ pattern. Kathandria wears a black chocker around her neck with glossy obsidian charms attached to it. Her choice of dress only enhances her pale beauty. All in all, she has a gothic look to her.
“Let’s go. I promise you’ll be safe, love.” Drageon vows.
“I know I will bro. I trust you to protect me.” Kathandria says as she leans over and kisses Drageon on his cheek. They cross the threshold together. A feeling of love, warmth, and happiness overcomes Kathandria. She smiles knowing that she’ll be loved in this house. That no longer can her parents get to her. That Drageon will help her with overcoming her problems.

Notes

They are not in love each other. They're just love each other like a sibling bond. Kathandria is adopted by Drageon's parents. I was listening to The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy while writing this. Seems fitting.