My screams traveled throughout the house. Other voices echoed while the ripping of wool mixed within my thoughts. My fingers clenched tighter as I listened to a man crack open another bottle. My chest was contracting for air. Blood swirled along the wooden table, eventually dripping towards the floor. I grunted in pain. His grasp traveled from my shoulders to the lower half of my chin. I gasped while he softly skimmed my face. I reached out to touch him, to know if he was real. My palms trembled as I embraced his chest. I choked when he gripped my fingers and kissed my knuckles. His rough skin grazed against mine. My lips broke into a weak smile. More tears came to pass while he guided me through his hair, nose, eyes, shoulders...everything. I couldn't physically see him, but then again, how could I.

My chin rattled, "I m-missed you."

He winced while my hand was on his neck. "I missed you too."

Suddenly an acidic sensation was poured onto my injuries. I arched my back while my head clashed against the surface. My vocals bulged along my neck. My body was drenched with sweat. I hollered for hours. Sometimes I was held down while they tended to my wounds. Needles pierced through my skin as they stitched and twisted my flesh. However, I fainted. The last moments that I could remember from that day was someone shaking my upper body. They were yelling my name, calling me to wake up.

But I was sound asleep.