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We always hurt the ones we love the most.
Introduction.
Everyone's life takes a turn occasionally. Doesn't it? Most people followthe wrong road for the wrong reason; I chose the wrong road for the right reasons.I did it because I wanted to.
24 hours, doesn't seem long enough to give an accurate account of the lastfew years. Does it?
What would it help to accomplish?
"Helps the healing process" they said. "Sharing the burden of the hideouscrimes" they said.
I chuckle quietly to myself as I sit here in the dimly lit room.
"The burden of my crimes." What a sentence,
"What a total disregard and lack of empathy for others" said the man whoclaimed to be my judge.
" A terrible crime which due to the instability of the accused" instability,now there's a word.
I had never been unstable in my life. I knew what I was doing and why Ihad done it. In all honesty we had enjoyed every moment.
Beginning.
Dear friend,
Everything is still so clear in my mind; I remember taking the first stepsup the path as the snow fell around me, dusting the road which I walked uponwith purity, wiping the slate clean so to speak.
I was greeted by two nurses and they walked me down the pale blue corridorsto my office
. I was in awe when I stood there for the first time.
Funny how something which can have such an effect on someone the first timethey see it soon becomes mundane and overlooked.
I remember now, how the new leather smelt so refreshing, and the desk whichI sat at for so long was polished to a crisp sheen. My favorite thing aboutmy room was the view. It over looked the central gardens of the facility. HereI could sit and watch my patients grow and expand as I provided the help andsupport they needed.
I had an uneventful first few months as I recall nothing out of the ordinary.Then one day a man bought a young woman in to see me. He sat and told me allabout her.
To be honest I didn't hear a word of it.
The light was catching her long red hair through the cracks of the blinds,enhancing the golden highlights of the wisps that hung over her delicate seablue eyes.
The man passed me her bag and put her medical notes down on my desk. Hekissed her cheek softly as he left the room.
For a few minutes I sat on the corner of the desk, looking at her, not amuscle did she move. She didn't even turn her head to look at me.
Confused I seated myself in my chair and flicked through her notes.
"So Sam, is it?" I said introducing myself "never spoken a word, surely sucha lovely little pretty thing like you has plenty to say" I said in jest lookingfor a reaction. She nether looked or moved. So I shrugged my shoulders andhelped her to her feet.
Like an innocent child she let me lead her by the shoulders, down to thenurse's inpatient department.
Once she was taken off my hands by the staff nurse I went back to my office.
I wracked my brains for weeks, trying to make her talk or show some kindof emotion. I played music for her during our sessions; I even read storiesto her. Nothing helped; she just sat there looking at her hands.
I was her doctor it was my job to find out what was wrong with her and cureher if at all possible.
Everything I tried failed.
It had been raining that day, I watched Sam from my window as she sat theremotionless as usual on the bench. Her soaking wet red hair in thick messy strandsrunning down to the base of her spine.
I watched the nurses try and usher the others indoors as the rain becameheavier and more persistent, as she just sat there staring at her hands.
It was 12.55 and our session would start at 1.00.
I always looked forward to our sessions together, she always listened nevercomplained, I saw her as a challenge. Shed never spoken or shown emotion.
I was going to be the one who changed all that; I was going to become famousfor doing the impossible and at the same time teach her about the world aroundher.
Just as the clock was chiming, the door opened and she made her entrance.I laughed a little when I was how soaking wet she was and asked the nurse tofetch us a towel and comb.
She was never late, I hated tardiness the nurses knew that.
I sat her down opposite me and put Bach on for her to listen to, as I gatheredmy things.
I always expected to catch a glimpse of her smiling or tapping her feet fromthe corner of my eye.
I wrapped the towel around her and rubbed her down, making sure to properlydry her off, before commencing with the brush.
I stood behind her and gently pulled the comb through her vivacious scarletred hair, taking care with each and every stroke, as I talked to her.
I was just rambling really and she was sitting, listening intently and asusual staring at her hands.
I loved the way her hair fell as I brushed it, I moved in closer. Her hairsmelled so sweet.
This was the first time id ever felt this close to her. I could hear herbreathing; I could smell the sweetness of her skin and felt the softness ofher hair.
As I looked downward I noticed a small trickle of blood start to ebb downthe inside of her thigh, just beneath the hem of the white cotton dress.
I took the towel and began to wipe it clean, slowly tracing it back to itsorigins.
She was neither embarrassed nor upset that she had her period, and she didn'tseem to mind me tending to her.
I called the nurse and had her taken care of. I wanted to show her I caredfor her.
The next time we met I had decided to use the classic 'couch' method, inthe hopes she would relax a little more and open up to me.
I help her carefully to lye down and sat in the chair in front of her soshe could watch me as I spoke.
I decided to take a different approach and told her of my wife and my lifeat home, I loved the way she never interrupted me not like my wife. She alwayshad a lot of nothing to say.
She sat so still listening to my every word; I slowly got up from my seatand knelt down by her side stroking her soft hair. Although she showed no emotionI could tell she liked the human contact.
Moving forward slowly I kissed her forehead lightly, she never moved. I slowlyslipped my fingers down the front of her beautiful white dress.
Id seen that dress so many times before but never had it looked so captivatingas it did adorning her fragile figure.
I could feel it in my heart she wanted me.
Gracefully I climbed onto the couch with her and for the first time we kissed.
I held her so tightly in my arms.
She was sweetly silent.
Putting my fingers delicately inside her tight hole I could feel her hymenwas intact, pulling her closer to my body I whispered quietly in her ear "Iknow now".
I waited patiently till the next session. Planning everything carefully downto the last meticulous detail I even bought her a rose.
She came in looking her usual radiant self and lay down on the couch readyfor me. She must have been dreaming of this moment as well.
Once alone I locked the door, for privacy.
She was so tight and so wet; I could feel every bump inside her.
I watched her face closely as I broke through her virginity. She must havebeen waiting for me. We understood each other and I knew now why she was, howshe was.
Not once during the act did she ever say no, I looked into her face the wholetime.
Afterwards I kissed her and cleaned her up ready to be taken back to herroom. I felt I was really starting to get somewhere with her.
From then on her visits continued in the same manner. I tried my best toperform well for her, to show her all the joys of life.
One night I was working late.
I was walking down the corridor to go home and I noticed her door was slightlyajar, I slowly approached it; to my absolute horror there was the janitor.
I couldn't contain my fury; I swung my bag around and hit him harshly thenstarted to lash out uncontrollably. This is the only time in my life I couldhave deemed myself to have been irrational or unstable.
I only stopped when I saw the pool of blood enlarging on the floor. WhenI bent down to him I could tell he was dead.
I heard the coroner's inquest, I was told he had only been dead 2 days atthe most, but they are deceiving you I assure you my friend when I put himin that box and buried him he was dead.
Taking into account the amount of air one would have needed for seven daysbelow ground I don't see how it would be possible for him to go nine days theyare lying.
He was dead when I buried him.
It was Easter when all this was happening; I remember being interviewed beforegoing to my parents for dinner.
They couldn't pin it on me then.
Months elapsed and things gradually got back to normal at the hospital.
Of course Sam was a little distraught about the whole ordeal, but she nevershowed it. She put a brave face on, for me I guess. She was always so quietand composed, almost unheard of in this day and age.
I always looked through her notes. Looking for any detail no matter how small,that might give me an indication of how to help her further.
I remember the day I saw the jotted scribble at the side of her notes it'sas vivid as if it happened yesterday. 2 weeks overdue it said.
How could this be? Id always been so careful, the janitor was no longer asuspect was he.
I knew what it would mean if she skipped a month. I also knew they'd testher and things and then they'd split us up.
I couldn't have handled being split up for my darling Sam. She meant so muchto me. I would have to find a way around this.
Few several days I thought and thought about it. I decided the only way aroundthis was to make out she had escaped and hide her somewhere, but where?
I scouted round till I found a disused pump room under the hospital; I watchedit carefully for a week till I decided it would be safe. Smuggling in thingsI needed or things I might have needed and a little tinned food. I spent mynights planning the 'break out' I would do it carefully; I wouldn't use mykey as they would know. I'd have to damage the lock somehow.
Believe me so much meticulous planning went into it nothing was forgotten.I even made provisions for the child, although I didn't plan on staying therethat long. I was going to ask her to run away with me.
On our next session I told her about my plans. She sat so quietly, neveruttered a word. She just stared at her hands. I was so pleased she agreed withme.
The following night everything went smoothly, I had made her a small bedbeneath the pumps hidden out of sight. I knew she would be a good girl. I ledher in and laid her down.
As I put the chains around her hands I explained to her they were just aprecaution and that I trusted her implicitly. She understood.
There was a big stink about it the next day, no more than usual I thoughtfor an escapee.
I waited a day till it had calmed down a little before going down to her.
I had with me a bag of instruments. I had researched how to do an abortion,it didn't look that difficult. Neither of us wanted the baby we had talkedabout it. As usual she was compliant.
Once there I gathered her restraints and tied her fast, roping her legs tothe surrounding pipes. I didn't want her moving incase I slipped and causedher serious harm.
I stood my torch on the bag and kissed her sweet thighs as I pulled downher panties. Even I have to admit the smell was horrendous. I had rememberedeverything except somewhere for her to excrete into. I gathered some clothsfrom upstairs and came back with water and disinfectant.
Slowly I began to clean her up' she lay so peacefully as I did this'.
I loved to watch her skin shimmer in the dim lighting.
After she was cleaned up I started with the procedure. She lay perfectlystill the whole time, Even when I slipped when the torch fell over and cuther deep inside.
My dear friend I would never hurt her intentionally.
There was so much blood, I had to fetch more water to clean it up, but stillshe lay there totally trusting me.
I had to stitch her deep inside the cut was rather bad. After a few daysI realized the attempted abortion hadn't worked. The blood was solely fromthe cut.
She didn't mind, she sat there as she always did staring at her hands.
So there she stayed. I fed her and changed her everyday. I couldn't waitfor work to finish so I could be with her, sometimes intimately. This got ratherdifficult as her belly grew.
I would lye with her in the darkness stroking her belly and watching it move,caressing her hair and talking about what we were going to do when I left mywife. Well I did all the talking she listened intently as usual.
'My dear Sam how I miss you so.'
Then that day came last spring. I had finished work and went so see my beloved,something was different about her.
I bent down and kissed her, then I noticed her belly rising. I put my fingersinside her to see if it really was time. She was 9 cm's dilated. My poor, poorbaby shed been in labor possibly since the night before and I hadn't knownor been there to help her.
I tied her legs up and open ready for the moment when the baby showed itslittle head.
Time was running on, I started to worry, it had been hours.
I had checked her every 20 minutes; still there was no sign of the baby.She wasn't even pushing or panting.
I kept looking at my watch, it was late and my wife would be worried. I racedto my office and rang her. I don't even remember what I blurted out as an excuse.
The night staffs were on and I got some quizzing looks as I walked down thatpale blue corridor that night. As I reached the maintenance hatch I heard theloudest scream id ever heard in my entire life.
The whole hospital had heard it.
I ran through the door and down the steps to where I kept her.
I stood in absolute silence.
There she was legs and arms tied as I had left her. There was a dark purpleblob hanging from her vagina, at first I thought she had the baby then I lookedcloser. The babies' body was out, feet first and the head was still lodgedinside her.
She looked so different. Her beautiful blue eyes were closed tight shut.
I heard footsteps behind me and saw a few of the night staff coming downthe stairs. I rushed over to my beloved Sam and pulled the babies head frominside her.
He was so tiny, so frail and just like his mother he didn't move or cry,he just lay there contently with his little eyes tight shut.
My baby boy was grabbed from me and I was pulled to the floor by the staff.
Dear friend, I never have believed they were dead. They are hiding them ina secret facility somewhere, away from me.
Sam, my dear Sam we always hurt the ones we love the most
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