Dancing with the devil (New species fanfiction)

Chapter 7: Dreams

Her words lodged into her throat as the horror unfolded in front of her. She saw herself. Her limp lifeless form laying on her back, long stress induced white hair tangled down the dirty mattress. Her hair was grimy and her eyes were hallow as she watched the ceiling with un interest. Verna could see slight moving on the ceiling that would have caught her own attention of she wasn't so focused on herself.
'Why don't you kill yourself?' The voice was loud, booming in her ears. The voice sounded different, higher pitched with a happier tone, Verna rolled her eyes at the unoriginality of his words.
'Monster'
'freak'
'unwanted'
'Worthless'
Hurtful words rang throughout the room, Verna paid no mind to them as she was focused on her own lifeless form. Mitch walked through the door, his movements were quiet almost freakishly so. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, Mitch looked normal, his body human as he struts towards her limp figure. No distortions filtered through like she expected, she clutched her hands to her chest.
Mitch ran his fingers down her front, Verna watched in horror as Mitch touched the other her. She could feel the burning of his touch, it sickened her. Mitch flipped her over pushing her dress up and insert a finger into her, Verna felt tears weld up in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around her shaking form not able to look away from the scene in front of her. Mitch pushed himself in, only one thrust, pain shot between her legs. She cried out, feeling every horrid thing Mitch did to the other lifeless her, she willed herself to do something. Anything to stop the pain.
Other Verna moved like a doll, stiff and shaky as in one swift motion pulled Mitch's hand to her mouth and biting down. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as Mitch screamed in pain, she felt blows to her head as he tried to pry her off of him. She watched herself bite off his fingers one at a time. He continued to wail, hitting his fist against her doll like form. Verna felt every blow, she was too driven to care every hit made her bite down harder.
Blink.
She was in the place of the lifeless doll, Mitch curved over her still pushing into her body. Metallic taste in her mouth, her eyes wandered down to see her arm bloody with teeth marks.
Everything went dark, the only thing she could see what the spark of dark blue eyes. They hung in front of her almost as if teasing her with something she could never possess, the beauty of them not lost on her.
Blink.
She woke up screaming, her mouth open and twisted in horror. A loud sob came from her mouth as strong arms held her, she could hear a heart beat soothing her cries. A low voice coo'd to her, the arms bouncing slightly.
She turns pushing her face into his solid chest, Verna didn't even know if she was awake right now but to her it didn't matter she felt safe in these arms and she felt the need to cling to the safety.
"Is she ok?" A deep voice sounded from behind her solid wall.
"I don't know" her wall rumbled as it spoke, vibrating and sending shiver through her body.
'Aw is the little baby scared?' The voice teases, it pokes at her continuing to speak. She felt her irritation rise, annoyance playing through her mind.
Grudgingly she ripped herself from the warm, safe wall. Verna pulls herself away refusing to look at either of their faces.
"I'm fine thank you" her voice was barely above a whisper, Verna flees to the bathroom locking the door and sliding down it holding herself as if the moment she let herself go she would break into a million pieces. She heard the door in the room open and close.
Verna sighs in relief getting back to her feet and heading to the living room, the smell of food hits her nose when she steps out everything happening too fast. The door behind her slams close as a man holds her to him, she froze fear turning her blood to ice.
"Forgive me female, you need to eat" his lips were next to her ear letting out calming purrs, she melted into the sound the soft noise drowning out the demons in her head.
The man pulls her carefully into his arms and putting her into a chair, mouth watering food was played in front of her. She pinched herself to make sure it was real.
"Go ahead and eat" she didn't look up to see him, he seats himself across from her. Verna freezes, her hands up and ready to eat.
'He's tricking you!' The voice tries to mimic the mans purr, she cringed back from it.
"No" her voice was barely above a whisper yet firm, she had defiance in her eyes. She feared he would have medication in the food, if he drugged her and brought her back to the hospital she wouldn't have a chance to kill herself again.
Verna looked up, her eyes making contact with the beautiful dark blue eyes of her dreams.