CLOUDY \\\ B.E. imagines

ptsd

"Please! Please let go, please, please, please."

Billie struggles against her Dad, eyes wide and glossed over, clearly seeing things no one else can see.

Billie was diagnosed with PTSD a few weeks ago, after being kidnapped for 13 hours, eventually being returned for money— around $1.6 million to be exact.

We of course set a trap with the cash, and caught the group of guys almost an hour after they picked the bag up.

Within those thirteen hours, she experienced pain and trauma no one could even imagine.

She has yet to speak about it verbally, but wrote down everything— everything— for legal purposes.

The things she wrote terrorized you for days after, in the form of night terrors and anxiety attacks.

The whole team listened as her manager read it out for us, while she laid asleep in the hospital bed in the adjacent room.

Rape.

Waterboarding.

Beatings.

Strangulation.

Force-feeding.

Humiliation.

She suffered.

She'll never be the same.

The PTSD she is suffering from is so severe that she has not been able to leave her home since leaving the hospital.

The car ride from the two locations was a horror no one is ready to experience again.

She has episodes almost hourly, and even her sleep terrorizes her, her body unable to get more than two hours in without waking up from a night terror.

She's very close to being diagnosed with a Panic Disorder as well— she took a psychological test a few days ago.

This is one of the worst episodes she's had so far— we're thinking she's reliving a gang-rape she experienced during her imprisonment.

It's hard to contain someone who literally thinks they're being fucked til they bleed.

By multiple men. 

During a thirteen-hour long kidnapping, away from everyone they know and love.

Her dad is trying so hard to keep her from hurting anyone, keeping her arms restrained by wrapping his own around her, whispering in her ear random memories to try and ground her.

"Please, please, just give me time please i can't, I can't, please," she's like a broken record, asking for mercy over and over again as she hyperventilates, starting to struggle less as she gives in to what was proven to be the inevitable.

She slowly crumbles to the ground, beginning to dry heave as tremors take over her body.

This is the part that always gets to you during her episodes.

"Olivia! Please, help me Livy! Where are you? Why aren't you here to help me? Why haven't you rescued me yet? They're hurting me! They're— ah! They're t-touching me L-Livy please, Olivia, please!"

Tears stream down your face— it's your turn.

You walk up to where Billie sits in her dad's restraint, and he passes her over to you.

You seem to be the magic touch when it gets to this point— you're how they get her out of it.

She struggles at first, pleading for a break, until you turn her to face you, and wrap your arms around her, tucking her head in the crook of your neck.

As soon as she inhales in that position, she stills— you've broken through the barrier.

"What does it smell like?" You whisper softly in her ear, and she takes a deep breath in to get a whiff of your perfume for a second time.

"Wood... vanilla and apple p-pie," she mutters, shakiness still in her voice.

"Who does it smell like?"

There's a pause as she continues to breathe in, filling her senses with your scent.

"I... b-but she's not here, she's not coming for me... she's never coming for me-"

"We've already got you. What they have said to you was all lies. They're gone. They'll never have you again. Who does it smell like, Billie? Who is holding you right now, my love?"

Hearing you say her name must've flipped the switch, cause almost immediately she responds, confidence in her tone,

"Livy. It smells like Li-" Her head pops up, realization hitting her as the glassy look disappears from her eyes, and as she meets your gaze, you can tell that she can finally see again.

"Olivia!" She jumps into your embrace with a new urgency.

"I-I was so scared, I thought you were never gonna find me a-and I was gonna die there and they had me again- please don't ever leave me Olivia," she rants, and you only hold her tighter.

"I'll always find you."

Always.

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