Owned

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Tess

By lunch time. I knew I was out of my depth with this university. The woman where head strong and even the ones you'd think were approachable—weren't.

My father had promised me that I wouldn't be uncomfortable here. But yet that's all I felt.

I held the swim wear in my hands. I was born around creeks, rivers and lakes. Swimming wasn't an issue for me. Yet, tell that to the woman who, calls herself a Professor is demanding for us to do a bath ice experiment.

So, it happens to be that on the first day this bloody school had me out of my dress, aka potato sack. I stepped into the line and noticed the odd looks. The first think I notice is how most girls had a full body suit on.

"They usually make a few more second longer in the tub with a fully one piece." The girl behinds me whispers in my ear. As if she could read my thoughts. I glance back at her. I saw the pity. She must have seen one of the scars on my body, that would be display when I changed and had then wrapped this white towel on.

There were six bathes set up. Three women were going, and then three men on the other side. I had never hated a science experiment as much as this one.

Didn't help that threatening devil of a man was across from me, lined up with his friends but I didn't dare look at him.

Each step I took closer to the bathtub, my heart drummed and then I closed my eyes. Please come to me. I whisper within my mind.

After I shared with my father, that a man's deep voice would come to me and he booked me into a psychiatrist and I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The only difference between me and other who suffered from the condition that I could work out—was I needed his voice to keep me going. When I was scared, when I needed comfort. I pulled inwards and he was always there.

Something I had never shared with my psychiatrist was that, I saw flashes if. . . us. As weird as it was, as it was as if I had lived a past life and I saw us. Together. But never his face clearly, his voice was always lower. It was stronger after the accident, but slowly his voice was getting softer.

Sometimes it felt like I had reality out of this one. There were moments in life when I fell into voices world and when that happened, I didn't want to come.

'I'm right here sunlight.'

A slight push in the back makes me realise it was my time. His slight whisper of four words, wanted me to sink into our reality.  After all in this reality, all I had was loneliness.

The lecturer or Professor god knows what she calls herself looks at me and then directs the towel off.

"Come on at least this one will be quick." I also heard her mutter underneath her breath.

As if I was weak little fragile doll. I might be the image of a ballerina. But I wasn't.

I took the towel off, ignoring the gasps as I placed it on the chair.

My body reflected the accident that I had no memory of.

I walked to the bath, not bothering to listening to mutters and opinions. I look across and I saw a glimpse of threatening mans expression, he looked. . . angry perhaps?

I put on leg fully in and then another, slowly I could hear the alternative reality of us, calling me, his voice slowly getting louder. Then I sunk in. The pain. It was. . . pleasure.

I sunk into the bath. My eyes closing.

"Baby, how long will you be?" I ask, turning on my stomach, and fiddling with the ends of the blankets. I couldn't let him know how nervous I was about this job.