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When Roses Grow Black Chapter 15 Silence. No beeping of heart monitors, no doctor pages over the intercom, no talking, no annoying radio station no one likes being played. Just dead silence. My head pounded with every slight movement that I made and I feared opening my eyes. They felt as though they were stitched closed. Some how, I lifted my eyelids, very slowly, but I did. The first thing I noticed was I was in an entirely different room than before. The door was closed and the window across from my bed was opened, allowing the bright sun to shine in to the room. The day was mocking me. It was telling me everyone else was fine while I was trapped alone, and was losing my mind. Before I could do anything else I had to close the window. I had to close out the rest of the world and forget how much happier everyone was with their lives. To my surprise, I found myself unable to move. Not even my legs. It was then that the dull aching in my ankles and wrists turned to an all too familiar throbbing stinging. It hurt like hell as I tried to pull myself free of the straps which bound me to the bed. I was stuck in one of the worst situations I could imagine. I was completely helpless. I had no one who would ever care enough to help me and I wouldn't be able to move even if I wanted to. I hated not being able to move even more than I hated trusting somebody. I learned from and early age that I could not trust any one. Not even family. I understood this so well because it was embedded in to my train of thought since my parents got divorced. Some would say that my mother had totally messed me up in the head. I knew this, but even then, I refused counselling. I managed through every thing else; I could manage with my mental demons. Besides, not like I was split personality or anything. The anger rose within me until I couldn't take it any more. I struggled futilely to free myself, but was getting no where fast. In one last bust of energy, I pulled with all my might against the straps. I soon felt my warm blood trickle down my arms and drip onto the bed. I could just imagine the bright red drops staining the pure, sickly white sheets. A cry pierced through the silence and filled every ear in the surrounding mile. The scream held every sad emotion in it that you could imagine. Like an angel had fallen and God was grieving. In my head I wondered what tortured soul was screaming like that and why. It was only after the door flew opened and about ten doctors surrounded me that I realized, it was me. I stopped myself from screaming and looked at all the strange faces looking at me. Silence filled the air again as the doctors left the room one by one and a kind looking nurse unstrapped me and bandaged my bleeding ankles and wrists. As she was working my mind wandered. I had no idea what day it was. No idea what town I was in. No idea what time it was. No idea how my family was taking my disappearance, if they had noticed at all. And the only people I had wished to see since I had woken up had truly left me. They had to have left me in state custody. Otherwise they would be hear, right?? I blew it. My chance to get where I wanted was gone, and I was losing my mind. "Hey, honey," the nurse snapped me out of my miserable thoughts. "Yes??" I asked, my voice sounding much better from the last time I had used it. How long ago was that? Hours? Days?? Weeks?? I didn't know. "Are you up for any visitors? There's a young man outside requesting to see you," she smiled gently and winked at me as if saying would want to see this person. I smiled a little in return, "Sure, send him in." A few minutes after the nurse left, the door opened again. He closed the door behind him and then sat in the chair next to my bed. I was in total shock as to who was sitting before me. I had thought they had left me. "Brian," I whispered before he hushed me so he could speak. I could tell by the expression on his face that what he was about to tell me was to stay between me and him and who ever else knew. Other than that, not a word as said. This was serious.Next: Chapter 16 |