Sans*

I walked upstairs to set Lucy's PJ's on the counter. What I saw surprised me. I know it was wrong to look at her while she showered but I couldn't help but notice the scars that riddled her back. I quickly exited as she turned towards me. Taking my place on the couch since she had been sleeping in my room, I kept thinking about what I saw.

'What kind of cruel shit has she been put through'

I heard her say goodnight before the lights went out and the door closed.

1:27am

I heard a shrill cry come from my bedroom where Lucy was sleeping. Without a thought I rushed in to aid her.

There she lay, curled into fetal position sobbing uncontrollably and muttering.

"P-p-plea-se no m-more..... Please"

I sat next to her and shook her awake.

"Lucy, wake up, it's just a nightmare"

She jolted awake clinging onto me for dear life. I saw images of her nightmare.

Someone beating her mercilessly.
Her running from her attackers.
A stab wound.
A fire.
The bullet wound.

I now knew the fear she felt.

"*hic* Sans please don't leave me" she cried holding me tighter.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I ain't goin' anywhere" I slipped my jacket and slippers off and laid down beside her holding her close to my chest.