Resilience

12| Was that supposed to scare me?

"Watch me." I gritted out as I successfully managed to pry the guys hands off of me.

But before I could get up to leave, the guys held me back, as I noticed the girl in front of me nodding her head at one of the guys who immediately brought his hand under my shirt while the other guy grabbed both my hands.

The pain in my shoulder shot up and I looked around the room for help, the people at the tables around us appeared to be lost in their own world, with no idea what was going on right in the middle of the food court.

The loud chattering around wasn't helping the matters either.

I wanted to yell at those people, to tell them that they were just as much a part of this violence as the group was. But how could it be their fault when they had no idea what was going on around them?

"Try anything and I'll stab you with a knife." The guy with his hand still under my shirt muttered as I saw him bringing out a pocket knife from his pocket.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" I asked as my eyes blankly shifted between him and his knife.

I have had worse, he's gonna need a lot more than a pocket knife to scare me.

I think I said it a little too soon—

"That was the plan, doll face–" The guy said and my movements immediately seized in dread.

I went completely blank and cold while my body got stiff as ice, my breathing got extremely intense as I could feel my throat blocking any supply of air.

No words came out of my mouth as I swallowed a lump of restlessness that was growing inside of me.

My brain couldn't process anything because it was too busy unleashing the demons inside my head.

The word triggered some terrifying memories that I didn't want to revisit. I stayed rooted at my place as I tried to control my uneven breathing.

Even though he left a long time ago, his words and actions had left an indelible impact on me and my mind and I couldn't hold back the tears that had begun to flow.

My breaths were turning into painful gasps as I tried to block the memories that started to rush out rapidly.

Hello there, my doll face—

"No no please, stop it, don't touch me, stop please–"

"What the fuck is she mumbling?" I heard a feminine voice say as the hands on me went away but the hands on my mind reappeared beginning to strangle me.

Find you, doll face—

"Stop, please stop—"

"We are not touching you anymore, bitch, stop acting." A masculine voice said but I could only see his face in front of my eyes.

You can never escape me doll face, so stop hiding–

"Please, please stay away please, I'm begging you."

"We were supposed to scare her not break this bitch, let's go before she does anything, she looks crazy." Another masculine voice reached my ear but it was drowned out by the screams in my head.