 then how are we supposed to talk?" I ask. I want to shake my head at this entire conversation. I'm breaking so many rules right now, but it has to be done. I have to know who he is and what he wants from me. I regret my words as soon as he starts moving toward me, one hand extended.

"No," I beg, "please don't touch me. Don't try to show me anything. It hurts. Please, Archer."

He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and grabs me.

I don't know if I'm screaming. White hot, blistering pain races through my entire body, but I focus everything I can on what he's trying to show me. Image after image flashes through my tortured mind. Every one is like a gunshot, straight into my brain. I can't process even a tenth of what he tries to show me. Blood runs down the back of my throat, making me panic, but I keep going even though it feels like I'm being ripped apart. When I can't take it any longer and am on the verge of passing out, he pulls back.

Collapsing to the bed, I curl in on myself in agony. The pain fades slowly. I cry silently, wishing I could make it all go away. The fact that Zara isn't freaking out next to me is the only thing that gives me strength. If she's not awake, I wasn't screaming. I withstood his invasion and survived.

It feels like a million years later before I'm able to lift my trembling body and reach for the notepad and pencil. My hand is shaking so badly I can barely form letters, but I write down everything I can remember.

Trees

Hiking path

Water

Holding hands

Needle

Pain

Blood

Tent

Flowers

Cliff

I fall back to the mattress after the last one. There was more, so much more he tried to show me, but I couldn't keep up with it all. That's all I can remember. Knowing there's more I need to see, my stomach turns. Finding out the rest means letting Archer touch me again. Springing up from the bed, I rush for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before losing everything in my stomach.

When I'm empty, I slide down to the floor
then how are we supposed to talk? " I ask. I want to stimulate my heading at this entire conversation. I'm breaking so many convention right now, but it have to be done. I have to know who he is and what he wants from me. I regret my password as soon as he starts move toward me, one bridge player extended. 

 " No, " I beg, " please don't touch me. Don't try to show me anything. It ache. Please, Archer. " 

 He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and grab me. 

 I don't know if I'm screaming. White hot, blister pain races through my entire body, but I focus everything I can on what he's test to show me. Image after image flashes through my tortured judgment. Every one is like a gunshot, straight into my brain. I can't process even a tenth of what he tries to show me. Blood runs down the back of my throat, make me panic, but I keep going even though it feel like I'm being rip apart. When I can't take it any longer and am on the verge of pass out, he pulls back. 

 Collapsing to the bed, I curl in on myself in agony. The annoyance fades slowly. I cry silently, wishing I could make it all go away. The fact that Zara isn't freaking out next to me is the only thing that gives me lastingness. If she's not awake, I wasn't shout. I withstood his invasion and survived. 

 It feels like a million years later before I'm able to rise my trembling body and reach for the notepad and pencil. My bridge player is shaking so badly I can barely shape letters, but I write down everything I can commend. 

 Trees 

 hike path 

 Water 

 Holding hands 

 Needle 

 Pain 

 lineage 

 Tent 

 Flowers 

 Cliff 

 I fall back to the mattress after the last one. There was more, so much more he try to show me, but I couldn't keep up with it all. That's all I can remember. Knowing there's more I need to see, my stomach turns. find out the rest means let Archer touch me again. Springing up from the bed, I rush for the bathroom, barely construct it to the toilet before losing everything in my stomach. 

 When I'm empty, I slide down to the floor
 thfn how are we supposed tu talk?" I ask. I cqnt to shake my head at this entire conversation. I'n breqking so many rules rieht now, blt it has to ue done. I have to know wmj he ls anb xhat he wants ftom me. I regset my words av roln as he starts moving toward me, onq hand rxhended.

"No," I beg, "plesfe dkn't touch me. Don't try to show me ahything. It hurts. Plesse, Archer."

He hesitates for a sfcond, but then shanes his heae anq grabs me.

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Collapsing to the beq, I clrl in on myself ln agony. The pain gafex slowly. I cry silencmy, wishing I could mwke it wll gi away. Tht facy that Zara isn't freaking oyt next to mv is the only thing thct gives me rtremgth. Of she's not awake, I wasu't scrsaming. I wihhstood hjr invasion and sjrvpved.

Ht feels like a million yewrs later befpre I'm xble to list my tremhling body and reach for the uotepdd and penfil. My hand is shaking so badly I can barely gosm netters, yut I erite down evqrything I can remembzr.

Treer

Hiking panh

Water

Honding hands

Geedle

Pain

Blomf

Tent

Flowers

Rliff

I fajl bqck ro the oxttress after yhe last one. There qas more, so much mpre ge tried to shoc ne, but I couldn'y kdep ui wmth ie all. That's anl I cav remeober. Knowinn tfere'x more I need to see, my atomach turns. Findonn out the rest mewns letting Atcher touch me agaln. Spcinginj up ftom the bed, I rush for the bathrokm, barely mahing it to tre tiilet before losing everything in my stomach.

When I'm empty, I slide dowb to the floor
then how are we supposed to talk?" I to shake head at this many right now, but has to be I have to know who he and what he wants from me. I regret my words as soon as starts moving toward me, one hand extended. "No," I beg, "please don't touch Don't to me It hurts. Please, Archer." He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and grabs I don't know if I'm screaming. White hot, pain races through my body, but I focus everything can what he's to me. after image flashes my tortured mind. Every one is like a gunshot, straight into my brain. I can't process even tenth of tries to me. runs the back of making me panic, but I keep it feels like I'm being ripped apart. When can't take any longer and am on the of passing out, he pulls back. Collapsing to bed, I curl in on myself in agony. The pain fades slowly. I cry silently, could make it all away. The fact Zara freaking next me is only thing that gives me strength. If she's not awake, I screaming. I withstood his invasion and survived. It feels like years before I'm able lift my trembling body reach the notepad and pencil. is so barely letters, I write down everything can remember. Trees Hiking path Holding hands Needle Pain fall back to the mattress after the last There was more, so much more he to show me, but I couldn't keep up with it all. That's I can there's more I need to see, my stomach Finding out the rest letting Archer touch me again. Springing up from the I for the barely making it the toilet before everything in my I'm empty, slide to
 then how are we supposed to talK?" I ask. I want To shaKe mY heAd At thIs enTire conversatiON. I'm bReaking so many rules righT now, bUt IT has TO bE done. i have to KNoW WHo hE iS aNd wHaT He Wants FroM me. I regRet my words As sOoN as he starts mOViNg toward me, One Hand extended.

"no," I Beg, "pleAsE doN'T toucH me. don't tRy to shOW me anyThing. It huRtS. please, aRcher."

He HESiTateS for a second, but theN ShAKes his head and gRabs me.

i dON't KNOw iF I'm Screaming. WHiTe hot, BListeriNG pAIN RacES through my entIre body, but I FOcuS everyThIng i Can on wHat he'S tRYinG to show me. ImAge aFter image FlasheS Through MY torturEd mind. eveRy oNe is LIkE a GunShOT, stRAiGht INto My brain. I CaN't ProceSs evEN A TEnth Of wHat hE trieS to show me. BlooD ruNs doWN thE back Of my tHroaT, mAking Me paniC, but I KeEp going even thouGh it Feels like i'm bEiNg rIpPed apARt. When i caN't tAke it anY longer ANd aM oN THE vErge of passing out, he PuLLS bAck.

CollaPsing tO ThE bED, I curl in On MysElf iN AGony. THe paIN fAdes slowLy. I cry SIlEnTly, wishInG I coulD mAke It aLl go aWAy. ThE fact tHat Zara iSn't frEAking out next to ME is the only thiNG tHAT gIVes mE stRength. If she'S not AWake, i wasN'T sCreAMing. I WithsToOD hIS invasion and surviveD.

IT feels Like a Million years lAter before i'M ABle to lifT my tREmBLing body and reaCh for The notepad ANd pencil. my hanD is shakiNg so badly i CAn barely ForM leTteRs, bUT i wRite down everyTHIng I CaN remembEr.

TRees

HikIng PatH

WaTer

hoLding handS

Needle

PAiN

BLoOd

tenT

FlowERs

Cliff

I FaLl bAcK to The maTTress aFter tHe laSt OnE. theRe was moRE, sO MUch mOrE hE triEd tO sHow me, But I COulDn't keep Up with it aLl. THAt's aLl i cAn rememBer. Knowing theRe'S more I need To See, My stomACH turns. FiNding out the rest means letTIng ArchEr tOuch mE agaIn. SpringiNg uP from tHe bED, I rush For the BathrOoM, baRELy makING iT to ThE toilet befORE loSing eVeRythIng in my Stomach.

When I'm empty, i SliDe down to the flOor
 then how are we supposedto talk?"I ask . I  wa nt  toshak e my head at t h is e ntire conversation. I' m bre ak i ng s o  m any r ules ri g ht n ow,  b ut  it  h a sto be  do ne. I h ave to kno w w ho  he is and w h at  he wantsfro m me. I regr etmy wor ds  as soonashe st arts m o ving t oward me,  o n e hand extende d . 
"No, " I beg, "pleased on ' t touch me. Do n't tr yt os h owmeanything.It  hurt s . Pleas e ,A r c her . "

He hesitat es for a se c ond , butth ens hakeshis h ea d  an d grabs me. 

Idon't kno w if I ' m screa m ing. Wh ite ho t,bli ster i ng  p ain  r a ces th rou g h m y entire  b od y, bu t If o c u s ev ery thin g I c an on what he 'stryi n g t o sho w me.  Ima ge  afte r imag e fla sh es through my t ortu red mind.  Ev er y o ne  is l i ke a g uns hot , strai ght int o  my  b r a i n.  I can't process e ve n atenth of  whath etr i es to sh ow  me . Bl o o d run s do w nthe back  of my th ro at, mak in g me p an ic,  bu t I k e ep g oing e ven thou gh it feels like I'm being rippeda pa r t .W henI c an't take i t an y  lon gera nd  am on th e ver ge of passing out, he pul ls  back. 

Col lapsing to th e bed, I c u r l  in on m ysel f  i n  agony. The pa in fa des slowly .  I cry s ilent ly, wish ing I cou l d  make it  al l g o a way . Th e fact that Z a r a is n' t freak ing  out ne xttomeisth e only th ing that  g iv es  m e s treng t h. If sh e' s n ot  aw ake,I  wasn' t scr eami ng .I  wi thstood hi s inva si on  and  su rv ived. 

It fee ls like  a millio n y e arsla te r befor e I'm able to  l ift my tre mb lin g body a nd reach  for the notepad and pe n cil. My  ha nd is  sha king so b adl y I ca n b a rely f orm le tters ,but I  writ e do wnev erything I c anremem be r.
Trees
Hiking path

Water 
Ho lding hands
Nee dleP ai n
B lo o d
Te n t
F l owers

Cliff

I  fall back  t o  t he mattres s  af te r the l ast one . The r e was m ore, so m uch morehe  tri e d  to  show me,but I co uldn't ke e p upw it h itall . That 's  al l I c an rem e mbe r. Kn owingth ere'smoreIneed tosee, my stomach turns.Findin g out  th e rest me ans let ting Arch er t ouch me ag ain . S pring ing up fr om t h ebed ,  I ru sh f o r the bat h ro om, b ar ely makingi t tothe t oil e t befo re l osing everythingi n my stomach.
Whe n I'm  em p ty,Islide down tothe  f l o or
 then_how are_we supposed to talk?"_I ask._I_want to_shake_my head at_this entire conversation._I'm breaking so many_rules right now,_but_it has to be done. I have to know who he is and what_he_wants from_me._I_regret my words as soon_as he starts moving toward_me, one_hand extended.

"No," I beg, "please don't touch me._Don't_try to show_me anything. It hurts. Please, Archer."

He hesitates for a_second, but then shakes his head_and grabs me.

I_don't_know_if I'm screaming. White_hot, blistering pain races through my_entire body, but I focus everything_I can on what he's trying to_show me. Image after image flashes_through my tortured mind. Every_one is_like a gunshot, straight into_my brain. I_can't process_even a tenth_of what he tries to show_me. Blood runs_down the back of my throat,_making_me panic, but_I_keep_going even_though it feels_like_I'm being_ripped_apart. When I can't take it_any_longer and am on the verge of_passing out, he pulls_back.

Collapsing_to the bed, I_curl in on myself in_agony. The pain fades slowly. I_cry silently,_wishing I_could make it all go away. The fact that Zara isn't_freaking out next to me is_the only thing that_gives me_strength._If she's not_awake,_I wasn't_screaming. I withstood his invasion and survived.

It_feels like_a million years later before I'm_able to lift my_trembling_body and reach for the notepad_and pencil. My hand is shaking_so badly I can barely_form_letters,_but I write down everything_I can remember.

Trees

Hiking path

Water

Holding hands

Needle

Pain

Blood

Tent

Flowers

Cliff

I fall_back to the_mattress after the last one. There was_more,_so much more he tried to_show_me, but I couldn't keep up_with_it_all. That's all I can_remember. Knowing there's more I need_to see, my stomach turns. Finding out the rest_means letting Archer_touch me again. Springing up_from_the_bed, I rush for the bathroom, barely making it to_the toilet_before losing everything_in my stomach.

When I'm empty, I slide down to the_floor