Burn Trap Novels & Stories

I asked in a whisper of a breath so I didn’t crack in half from the pain. He knew what I meant, and gave me a sympathetic smile before dealing my fate. “Indefinitely. You’ll be on the medication until we get you going with some serious trauma therapy. This episode, this ‘parataxic distortion’ you experienced, it will come back. It always does until it’s dealt with. But with how fragile you are right now, we have to wait until you can handle it because it will dig at your core and bring up all sorts of nasty memories you’ve suppressed and buried for years.” Just say it…say the word… Broken. A step away from being institutionalized.

"Looks like it." Without wasting any time, we moved toward the door. Ben examined the keypad, but it was long dead, the wires frayed and useless. He stepped back, his eyes scanning the frame of the door. "We'll have to break it open." I glanced around, spotting a crowbar lying nearby. I grabbed it and handed it to Ben, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear. If the bunker was still intact, there might be supplies inside—food, water, medicine. But there was also the possibility that it was a trap. After everything we’d been through, I wasn’t about to take anything at face value.

Ironic that they’d made up a beast to keep us safe when my living with one was their goal. Even the childhood memories were tarnished. Had anything been real? Of course not, this was the world of smoke and mirrors. As I lifted the new garment bag from the rack in my closet, the sound of knocking warned me of another intrusion. Fuck! Please don’t be Bryce. “Hello?” I asked through the locked door. “Alexandria?”