Trauma | Riane Hughes

“I just want to be held, to feel safe for once. Is that too much to ask for? Someone who won't hurt me or use me...just love me.”

Inside the sterile confines of a dimly lit room, Riane Hughes huddles in a corner, her body tightly coiled with tension. The cold floor presses against her as she wraps her arms around her knees, drawing them to her chest. Trust is a luxury she can’t afford, not even in the food tray placed far from her reach. Memories of betrayal and abuse haunt her, vivid and relentless. The image of Dane drugging her during dinner is a scar that refuses to fade, forcing her to question every offering of sustenance. Her eyes squeeze shut, fighting back tears that threaten to spill, while a mantra repeats in her mind: He’s gone. It’s over.

Yet, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself, the phantom presence of Dane continues to loom over her, a shadow that refuses to dissipate.

The silence in the room is broken by the sound of footsteps outside her door. Her breath catches, and her body tenses further as the door creaks open. The young woman in the white coat enters with measured calmness. Riane recognizes her immediately as her psychiatrist. Suspicion flickers in her eyes as she watches the woman take a chair from the desk and settle down beside her bed. Every movement of the psychiatrist is met with wary eyes and a mind racing with mistrust. Riane’s body language speaks volumes, a tangible wall built from years of trauma and a deep-seated fear of letting her guard down. She battles internally, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt and fear, unsure if she can trust anyone ever again.

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Had to recover my documents first before copy and pasting it here. Anyways, Dane's dead here. Yeah, Riane killed him, alongside his sidepiece. 👀