It had been weeks since he was in the hospital and it had been even longer since he saw her but yet the lady of his past still haunted him.
In the weeks that lead to him realizing that she was a nightmare, he would wake up yelling, screaming, and crying. Only able to escaped his nightmare by crawling in the bed with his mother and crying himself backed to bed. He didn’t realized how much a threat she was until after the fight was over. He had barely made it back to his house, without passing out due to the fact of loosing an extreme amount blood. She had kicked him hard enough that blood came of his mouth. What his mother had told him, after the doctor explained, was that he had three broken ribs and one had even punctured his lung. Which wasn’t even the worst thing, he could of stand that but she had even broken his arm and blacken his eyed.
What made him fear her even more was the power she had over him. Even after spending over a week in the hospital, he was trapped inside of his boring house. He had spent way too much time at the hospital pleading to them that he was ok, that he could leave but they wanted to make sure that everything was fine. Why, because his story didn’t add up. When he had made it too his home, he could barley walk but he moved on up to his window crawl into his room and even when all he wanted to do was lay inside the comfort of his bed he had to keep moving. He had to make up an excuse on why he was like this.
Even when he taught he was dead; he had to suffer through even more pain that he was about to place himself in. He walked slowly through his room to the stairs and threw himself down the stair and started to bawl his eyes out. What made him scare, wasn’t the fact that she did this all too him was that even after he was done with her she was the cause of him afflicting even more pain on himself. She was the ghost of horror. She was his Lex Luther when he dreamt of being Superman. She had made him loose time in school, he wasn’t able to see his friends and he couldn’t even go outside when that was his one other enjoyment other then his dear superhero obsession.
Winston lay in his bed, eyes awake, thinking about all of this. It had been a whole week where he didn’t go crying to his mother about having the same nightmare. She never understood and she never would, which made it harder for the little boy to cope with all of this. He try to explain but she thought it was just the night terror that caused this whole thing in the first place but in truth it was all her. He would fall asleep but he would see her and her tell him to "Look me in the eye, and die like a man." Which scared him, he was only a boy and if it meant being a man was to died then he didn’t want to grown up, he wanted to stay 8 forever and just stay far away from her. He didn’t even know her name and yet the sight or even thought of her made him shake in terror.
He knew that he had to get stronger. Every since he was able to get back to the great outdoors he was looking over his shoulder, making sure she was not making another appearance in his life. Sometime he wished that he had listen to General Benitoite more. He should have taken his words wisely, he was the enemy and yet he was so nice to him. He expected that if a general like him was so nice then everyone else would be nice to a boy his age but he was wrong, dead wrong. He didn’t even say a word to the woman and she was attacking him. She didn’t need a reason other then he was the enemy and she wanted to get rid of him.
He lay there crying. Sobbing actually, wondering when his nightmare were going to stop. He didn’t sleep most time and a lot of times he would just stay up too frighten to close his eyes just at the thought of seeing her face.
But he was getting better; now and then he would sleep peacefully thinking about how he was a superhero and how someday he would be able to fly with his hero. He was getting happier and he wasn’t as paranoid as he use to. He was finally breaking free but some night she was still there and he knew what he had to do but get stronger. He had to be able to defend himself and never let someone have this power again…
To quote Watership Down -
"but from that day on, mother rabbits Benitoite would tell their kittens Chibis that if they did not do as they were told, the General Captain would get them. Such was Woundwort's Schörl's monument, and perhaps it would not have displeased him her.”
-Redone by Ivynian with a switch word by Bunnyilove.
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