I'd scream, but I have no voice. My Rapist took that away from me.

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I was breathing heavily, sweat covering all my body and face.

It was just a dream...

Breathe June. Just a dream.

"W-What happen, You okay? God you're sweating really bad." - Walter asked quickly sitting up, concern and horror filling his blue sea orbs while looking at me.

I'm oka-

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. No voice. Nothing.

Nightm-

Tried to speak nightmare but still not even slightest of voice.

I panicked. I couldn't speak.

My voice's gone.

I signed to Walter. He was looking at me in horror while I was trying to speak. My lips kept moving but no words came out of them. Nothing came out of my voice box. Nothing.

"I-I can't speak. My voice's gone"

I was crying when I did that signs to make Walter understand about what just happened. I wasn't an expert in sign language neither was I a mute before. I lost my voice a couple of minutes before, and now I'm trying my best to bring my voice back.

As soon as I waved my hands in front of Walter's face he got it after a few attempts that my voice's gone. He quickly took the glass of water which was on the bedside table and handed it too me.

I gulped down the whole transparent liquid in a one swift moment and again started to speak but nothing came out of my larynx.

I coughed for few times and again tried to speak but nothing changed.

I rushed towards the bathroom Walter following me. I switched on the lights and stood in front of the mirror. I can see tears in my eyes already starting to make me feel weak. I opened the tap of sink and bent down towards it. I started to gargling. I thought may be there are chances after this I will be able to speak. I did that like five times and took deep breathes.

I opened my mouth looking straight at my reflection in the mirror and started to utter a word.

Okay.

Nothing came.

I can just see the lips moving but no sound coming out of them.

Fuck.

I looked down and bang my hand on the sink with full force and frustration.

Banging my hand wasn't really a good idea but what should I do. I lost my voice. What else is there that I'll lose more?

I felt hands grabbing me and turning me around and I looked up to see Walter looking down at me with a look of anxiety and worry on his face, in his eyes.

"Did you saw another nightmare? Did you saw him again?"- he asked already clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth in anger.

I nodded slowly and looked away from him. More tears!

He walked outside of the bathroom with fast strides and came back with a pen and notepad in his hands.

"I want to know what you saw. We will find out a way I promise. Just tell me everything. Write it down."

He took a small stool from the corner of the bathroom and gestures me to take a seat. I do as he told me too. I looked at him when he was still standing in front of me. Hands curled into fist.

He shakes his head taking his phone out from his sweat pants and walked towards the door.

"You write it down everything and I'll make a call to Eva, she will be knowing what to do or how to bring back your voice"- he said in a low cracky voice, I can see moisture filling his eyes and he left with that.

I can't see him broken. This is all my fault. He can't be with me. He isn't safe with me. He deserves better. I'm broken. I'm raped. My life's fucked up.

I made up my mind about later to confront all this to Walter and started writing down every little bit of things I saw in that terrifying nightmare.

The handcuffs. The room which was pitch dark filled with rotten smell which later I discover was the smell of blood. The body parts of the girls. Blood ponds all over the room. The flickering of the small bulb. The door. My dad coming into the room. The silhouette. The 4 eyes. Freaking red eyes watching me with lust as I was his prey. Voices of more then one person. The blood dripping teeths. Sharp teeths. The nails digging into my flesh and tearing my skin. My arms. The blood rushing down through them. How badly my skin was slit that I can see the bones the flesh easily through them. Me running out of the basement room. Hearing his scream telling me that they will find me again, they'll not let me run easily. The laugh. The sinister creepy laugh of the demon. Or should I say demon's'. The laugh was such a Terrible voice it was still ringing in my ears. I can bet there was more then one demon inside there. It said 'They', it clears everything. There was not one person's soul inside my father's body. There are many.

After writing everything in the notepad, I sighed and walked out in the room to see if Walter has returned but see no sign of him. I took few deep breathes and though about compromising to live mute till god-knows-how-much-time.

I padded back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. Mentally broken. I bend down towards the sink and washed my face with cold water waking myself up.

It doesn't matter, you're life is converted into a nightmare. Even if you want you can't wake up from it.

My inner self said.

I started crying. I splashed the cold water again and again on my face to wash away the dirty feeling.

"Hello there"

I heard a voice coming from behind me. I slowly looked up and what I saw next was only that I had seen in horror movies till date but right at that time I was facing it.

I saw my own reflection waving its hand at me with a creepy smile on its face.

And behind it, there it was. Again! The four red big gloomy eyes with a dark silhouette standing...

I stood there in horror looking at my reflection, smirking at me. I tired to scream but nothing came out of my voice box.

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