Ahh! Ok, this is my first proper attempt of writing an on-going story which is going to be uploaded & shown to others. Because of this, I'm firstly going to apologise for spelling mistakes, wrong use of past/present tense, or if it sounds like it's complete bull. I got this idea when watching a show about guardian angels: someone was in a car crash & woke to their angel trying to convince them that everything is going to be OK, five years on & he's recovered! It really intrigued me, especially as I'm a drama-junkie, spiritual-wonder-er kind-of-girl! I'm aiming to upload a new chapter once a week, but who know's I might fancy writing a little more sometimes! I'd really appreciate thoughts/ideas/comments, although please try & keep it at least half-nice, I'm new to all of this! I really do hope you enjoy it, & maybe, hopefully I gain some writing-buddies/pen pals/ fans...
Aiming to write soon,
Miss C Louise. xx
Oh & by the way If I've attached this to fan fictions of other novels, I do apologise. I've only done it because they have similar genre's!
Sedulous;
Showing dedication & diligence.
For:
As my first successful novel, I dedicate this to those who've fallen in love with it. I hope this seduces you into buying more pieces of my work. Your dedication and support is unbelievably amazing, and I hope to impress you frequently.
We collided together, through reliance and hours.
Your source of protection is power and compassion.
Even though we didn't get a choice I already had made up my mind,
Even if I'm not the one you particularly want, you're forever by my side.
I will not survive without your love or loyalty—
Nor will I survive if you leave me.
I know I'm the only person you can see,
But go on, I dare you, to love me.
Prologue: Living Hell
Although both eyes were tightly shut, I could still see and feel the dim, hazy sky lingering as if it were a cold bitter frost. Never do I shut my curtains at night time, for I enjoy waking up to the sky shifting from night to day. I must be utterly, embarrassingly cheesy because I find looking out at the stars, either at night time or day time, rather magical.
Realising I was awake; I allowed one eye to open. I was correct, the sky wasn't a peaceful blue blur, it was a protesting, disappointing, dreary grey which lacked in importance and emotion. Ugh. I groaned rolling away from the window and trying to remain, at least, half-asleep.
I'm not sure how long I'd been layed there, maybe a it was a matter of seconds, maybe a number of minutes, all I know is, it didn't take too long until I was disturbed.
"Lae?" My older sister, Alice, also known as Liss, whispered.
"Yes?" I grumbled.
"Are you still asleep?"
I sighed heavily, "Unless I have the ability, to communicate efficiently whilst remaining asleep, no."
I sensed her uplifting smile and free persona, "fancy going for a ride? Mum's pissed out 'er 'ead!"
Sitting up straight, I pulled down my baggy t-shirt; Liss was kneeled upwards on her bed, staring out of our window, drinking a cup of milky tea. "It's seven in the bloody morning!"
Her eyelashes fluttered as she giggled, "And since when has time ever stopped her!?"
We both snickered together acting like the two teenagers we were meant to be, "Give me chance to get dressed, how about you go wake Rae up?"
"OK." She agreed.
Once Liss had shut the door, I rushed round trying to find some clothes to wear, not wanting to be in the house, which contained our intoxicated mother, any second more than I had to.
Both Liss and I shared the same father: a happy, loving man who looked after our mum like no other. He would have endlessly been found playing with us, or helping us, or teaching us new things; he adored having a family, even if it were a female-populated household.
Our mother and father were high school sweethearts; everyone always wanted what they had. Not mattering the length of time they'd been with one another, it was always as if they'd only just fallen in love. Although I was only young, it gave me the understanding that love can only blossom in the most rarest cases and I'd never accept anything less. They were good together, my mum and dad, we were all good together.
On my fifth birthday snow fluttered down like confetti which filled the whole lane in our street. It was an icy, cold day. Happily, my father kissed both mine, Liss's and mothers head before heading out to our local bakery to collect my birthday cake. He was waiting at a red traffic light when a lorry skidded, lost control and rotated on top of him, crushing him in between the small car he owned. After that our mother fell ill with a number of things: grief, depression and the disease of the bottle, ever since then she's been hooked; apparently looking after two children is too hard. Didn't stop her though. A couple of years later she met some guy, at some bar, and continuously saw him (if you know what I mean)… well, until she announced her pregnancy. Looking back on it, I think her aim was to replicate our, once, happy-family vibe… I have never seen a guy pack his things and skedaddle so fast.
Even when she was pregnant with our younger sister Rachel, her third baby, it never stopped her from drinking; nothing's been able to stop her. Liss and I insisted on taking over her role, knowing Rae wouldn't have a chance of surviving if it was left to our mother.
Rummaging round the floor to find a top that was suitable to wear, I discovered an endless stash of empty bottles. Why would she be drinking in our room? Our mother was exasperating at times.
"Morning Lae-Lae!" Rae exclaimed bounding in without the deed of a knock.
"Rae!" I squealed trying to cover my bare top half with the t-shirt I was holding.
She giggled apologetically, "Whoopsie!" Rae climbed onto my bed and started jumping.
How could you want to drink when you could spend time with such a guiltless child? I smiled, "go and have a sneaky biscuit before Lissy finds out!"
"Can I?"
I winked, "go on." She'd leapt off and had skipped away before I'd finished shoving on the white round-neck top. I slipped on some sneakers, grabbed the nearest jumper and scarf and headed towards the door.
"Eleana Grayson," Out of all the voices in the world, hers was the last one I wanted to hear. I'd almost made it; I was at the top of the stairs, ready to go, "where are you-u-u go-o-ing?" She stumbled towards me, her long index finger pointing to my chest, the exact spot where my heart should be.
"Out." I muttered.
Not finished with her interrogation she chugged on the latest bottle she was drinking from, "And where will you-o-u-u be going when you-o-u-u are out-t?" She pronounced her T's like a Snake pronouncing S's.
I sighed, "We're taking Rae out for breakfast."
"Well gi'mmie a minute, I'll grab my coat and come with you." Mother rushed off in a hurry, scraping her left shoulder against the wall; it was as if drink numbed her reflexes. At her pace, it left me two minutes to grab everything, plus everyone, and leave.
Just like in the cartoons, when you see the good characters run away from the villain, I rushed almost immediately screaming out Liss's and Rae's name. As if it was tattooed to their skulls they knew the protocol. Liss grabbed Rae's coat and backpack, I grabbed my handbag and we were off, leaving our disappointing mum behind.
Leaving mum wasn't our version of revenge or cruelty; all of us care and love for mum immensely. Whenever she needed help, care, or love both Liss and I are the first ones there, taking advantage of the rare time, and doing whatever, so Rae can have positive memories, just like what we used to have of her. Although we get frustrated, or irritated we don't blame her fully; I can't imagine losing the only one you've ever loved, it must be devastating, not only because you love them but because you've created people with them.
Although we love our mum so much, we don't allow her to come out with us when she's drunk. Several occasions we've attempted to go out and imitate a happy family, each one of them failed. She either got too emotional, crying continuously which subsequently caused a big scene, or she got aggressive. Not passive-aggressive, aggressive-aggressive. For Rae's sake, Liss and I banned her from any social site.
"That was a close one!" Rae giggled wriggling round in her boaster seat. Trying to not make our mum look like she has horns and a big sharp fork, Liss and I suggested it was a game, when one of us shouts 'two minutes' we have to see who is the quickest to get into the car. It sounds silly, but it's a strategy that Liss and I use to deal with mum and Rae at the same time; It's just something that works.
Liss was in the front driving but I'd decided to hang back with Rae, "where do you want to go for breakfast then?" I asked.
Rae jumped in excitedly, "Captain Cook's."
"You wanna go Captain Cooks?" Liss asked looking in the wing mirror at us, using her motherly tone; sometimes it was as if she was the sensible strict mummy, I was the rebellious, fun daddy and Rae was the innocent, sweet child. See, we do have a happy family.
"Yeah, I wanna go Captain Cook's!" She squealed.
"Captain Cook's! Captain Cook's! Captain Cook's" I started to chant, Rae excitedly joined in, "Captain Cook's! Captain Cook's! Captain— "
Black. All I could visualise was murky, obscure black; surrounding me was darkness. It was as if no amount of light would give me the ability to see what surrounded me. I had no clue within the darkness whereabouts I was. Fuck. I couldn't move. No amount of force or power allowed me to move, I was paralysed, stuck in sheer darkness. Not knowing what else to do I screamed, feeling my whole body's sensation being sucked away. Double fuck. Rae?! Where's Rae and Liss?! I was only with them moments ago and now I'm in a total black bubble, alone and afraid. Are they OK? Are they alone also? Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to get to them. I tried to wobble my body free from this curse, trying to loosen the lack of ability I had to move. Nothing. Triple fuck.
I blinked; one of the only movements I could make, and then the scenery had all changed. No longer was I in a shadowy, scary dusk, I was in the car with Rae and Liss as if nothing had ever happened. Except something had happened; next to me were Rae, her clothes and face covered in blood and glass and other types of materials I couldn't make out. In front of her, was an unconscious, bloody, lifeless Liss, her head leaning on the steering wheel, her hair sprung round like she'd just touched static. Fuck. Holy Fuck. My adrenaline was pounding within my ears, my heart stimulating it. What the hell had just happened?!
"Rae?! Rae?!" Immediately, I started shaking Rae, with hope her eyes would open, "We need to get out of the car in case anything bad happens."
Nothing.
"Fuck. Fuck." I breathed heavily, feeling the most awful pain in my stomach. I didn't look down, I didn't want to see what horrific injury was causing the pain; I had to get Rae and Liss out of the car first. "Liss!? Alice?! ALICE?!" I screamed using my foot to nudge her; it was the only thing that could reach her. Come on Alice, wake up.
Nothing.
In the far distance I could hear ambulance noises, "You hear that? Helps on it's way." I spoke to them as if they could hear me; I had hoped they could hear me.
"Eleana." A low enticing voice calmly murmured.
I blinked hoping this would all be just a big, bad nightmare and that was a voice of someone trying to wake me. It wasn't. I must've only been conscious for at least a couple of seconds, but I knew that I'd wasted too much useful time, something I needed; I needed it more than I needed air.
"Eleana." It said again.
Within another blink, before I had a moment to realise and reply, a guy, dressed in a slim fitting, smart suit, was curving over me, attempting to take off my seat belt and carry me to safety. I screamed, sounding muffled and croaky and shaky and scared. Who the fuck was he?
He stopped what he was doing and gazed into my petrified eyes, covering my lips with his hand, "Don't; It's OK. I'm here to get you out of this."
"What about my sisters?" I cried.
"I'm here to get you out—"
I guarded the seatbelt he was trying to remove, to get his attention, "But what about my sisters?!"
He didn't reply, he just gazed at me with sorrow.
Come on. Come on. Fear of the unknown struck me. What if… How… But…STOP. An unbelievable amount of questions started to trigger, leaving me dizzy and panicked-stricken. Think Eleana, think. I told myself.
Save your sisters.
I started to fight him off of me; stop him from helping me so I could help Rae and Liss. I pushed him, immediately turning to my right breaking open Rae's seatbelt, "Rae?! Rae?!" I screeched shoving the fasteners to one side. Before I had the chance to clutch onto her, I felt hands tighten around my frail waist and pull me from out of the car. Tears started to stream as I screamed out their names, "Liss! Rae! Rae, get out the car! Lissy help her out! Please Alice move! Rae! Rae! Liss! Liss! Alice c'mon!" No matter the level of my volume, they didn't respond. I tried to fight the stranger off of me, knowing that if he let go I'd have the ability to rush them to safety, "let go of me please; I need to help my sisters! Let go! Let fucking go! My sisters! My sisters!" I yelped, my face reddening with worry. I jabbed at his sides, throttling my fists at his hips, but he wouldn't back down. With every kick I'd make he'd grunt, squirming at the thrusts, but not let go. No matter what he wouldn't put me down. It was as if he couldn't, as if he wouldn't; he acted as if both our lives depended on him protecting me.
The stranger placed me down softly, onto a shade of dark green grass and kneeled in front of me, "I'm sorry Eleana. I'll tell them, you love them."
What did he just say?! What the hell did he mean? I need to save my sisters! They need fucking protecting! Without getting a chance to ask him to repeat his sentence, I could feel my eyes drifting to a close and my body falling as he disappeared.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Ugh. Could someone stop that irritating noise? Making me squint from the unexpected change of lighting, my eyes fluttered open like a fly trying to writhe its way out of a spider's web. Before being able to think, the most harshest pain throbbed at my head forcing me to cry out. Ahh. I leaned in to touch it; it felt all fragile and drizzly. Why did it feel drizzly? My hand backed away so I could see what had made it feel damp; blood covered my fingertips. What? How? I looked round where I was laying, shit I was in hospital.
"Nurse! Nurse, she's awake! My Eleana's awake!" A familiar voice shrieked clutching onto my other hand, "Eleana, it's your mummy," she looked at me as if I suffered with Amnesia, "can you remember your mummy?"
"Yes. Yes, of course I can mum." I dismissed, trying to push her away from me.
Mother looked rough, real rough. Her eyes were swollen and puffy; the excess mascara had smudged making her look untidy and unclean. Her reddened and bloated cheeks disguised her from the pale and horrifyingly thin body shape she was so used to. Mother's hair was messy and knotty, some of it was up, some of it was down, the other part was swaying within the air that circulated in the small, unfamiliar room. She wore sweats; dull saddening grey ones. Mother looked like she'd been crying, almost weeping in fact. I was afraid to know why…
After studying my mother I looked around where she was once sat before she'd spotted I was awake. Complicated, confusing machinery was set up everywhere, paperwork next to it. What had happened? Why had I gone from being OK on the soft grass, to in the hospital with equipment strewn about everywhere! I tried to look at as much of my body as I could, in hope of figuring out the nerve-wracking dilemma. Needles were in my arms, attaching me to various, unknown machines which were beeping away frantically. How can this be?
Not being able to believe, I got up, deciding I should walk around. I'd almost stood when the most dreadful pain start splintering into my right side. Ahh. I cried out helplessly, caving in, onto the bed. The instant it had died down a little, I tried to stand again, the cables to the unusual machines stretching afar and beeping even more so.
"No honey, sit back down please." My mother tried to encourage, shuffling me back to the bed.
I ignored her pushing her to one side. Why was I in hospital? Why had I been asleep? Then it hit me; we were in an accident. Rae, Liss and I were all in a car accident.
I decided to cry out, with hope they'd come, "Rae?! Liss?! What's going on? Where are they?" I asked, turning to mother who had her hand covering her mouth as tears fell uncontrollably, "Rae?! Rae?! Come see Lae-Lae." I looked round for her, nothing. "Liss? Liss? Liss!" I screamed… nothing. I have to go find them. I paced to the door, planning to open it and discover they were outside reading together, or chewing on an unhealthy but indulgent snack. I was incorrect…
Before managing to open it, various nurses and doctors rushed in, not giving me the chance to even try to escape. All of them teamed together at an attempt of thrusting me with as much power as they could back onto the unwelcoming bed.
I screamed out scared; wanting to understand why I was in there, where my sisters were and why I was in so much pain. I asked them as much as I could, tried as best as I could to remember everything and anything which would help solve the confusion, but instead of replying they continued to talk to themselves, jabbing me with various lengths of needles, in hope I'd settle.
"Please answer me." I muttered my eyes uncontrollably fluttered as the medication tried to put me to rest. I turned to one young nurse who wasn't helping the other doctors, she just stood looking into my swollen, panicked, tear-filled eyes, trying hard not to open up and inform me of answers I so desperately wanted to know. I asked her again making direct eye contact in hope she'd crack under pressure, "I have two sisters, Alice and Rachel Grayson, are they OK?"
In her eyes I could see pain; not because she was hurting but because of the information she knew and how it would hurt me when I was learned the truth…
For the second time I could remember, my eyes flickered open, sensing something, or someone making unwanted, unintentional noise.
In the door way, dressed in a slim-fitting, smart suit was the same guy who'd I'd previously seen, "shit." He muttered under his breath, trying to shut the door as quietly as he possibly could.
"I'm awake." I coldly said.
Turning, he winced hoping I hadn't woken, "Your head looks unbearable."
"I haven't seen it." I dismissed, grimacing afterwards; it was unbearable.
"Here let me help you," Rushing over he said as I tried to sit myself up, "Can I try to fix it?" He asked.
"I'm pretty sure you're no doctor, but by all means you can try—" Before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on my forehead, kissing away the pain. Whoa I didn't expect this.
As his soft, smooth lips pressed onto my delicate skull, aching pain started to decrease, eventually through seconds vanishing. Each kiss was an easy, seductive, slow but still as important, singular, superior-to-the-last term of medication.
Knowing when to stop, he edged backwards, placing himself into the vacant chair on my left.
"Tell me what happened." I commanded, trying hard not to allow the surprising aftermath of fluster rush over me.
"Not yet."
I rolled my eyes, "Why? I think I have at least the right to know how my own sisters are! You know, you can jab me with all the bloody needles you like, and try to put me back to sleep as frequently as you can but I'm not going to quit, the first thing I'll do when I wake is ask, and ask, and ask until you tell me something!" My anger started to boil; I was going to engage into a rant. Why were they keeping such vital information from me?
"I haven't 'jabbed' you with any needles, that's left up to the hospital, I have nothing to do with that." He remained calm and dignified, if only I had the same willpower, "I think you have every right to know everything, just not yet."
"Why? C'mon then mysterious-hero-of-the-hour… if you're not able to tell me, tell me why you can't." Unable to just sit on my arse and rest I tried to stand, walk, or just move in some sort of way. I knew I was being mean, rude and obnoxious but I couldn't help it, I needed to know where my sisters were.
He stood taking hold of my arm, "I can't tell you, yet, because you deserve to rest."
Both eyes met as his power overcame me. Please. Come on. Please tell me. I looked at him, studying his impeccable face, something I hadn't noticed earlier. He stared back, his beautifully golden rimmed eyes gazed into mine as we silently fought. Struggling to manage everything I broke the stare, "I deserve to know so I can rest."
He sighed gently pressing me to the bed, "Eleana—"
He just said my name. This stranger, who I have never met before, just said my name. I interrupted almost immediately, "Wait, What? How do you know my name? I've never mentioned my name to you before."
"I know many things," He slowly leant into me, barricading me so my only move was lying back down on the bed. It was done in such a way that didn't make me want to resist, or fight or retaliate, I wanted to follow his moves, trail his actions. "I know your Eleana Grayson. You're fifteen years old. You have two sisters, Rachel and Alice Grayson, plus a mother." Perching on the side of my bed, he moved a strand of hair away from my face, "You tell everyone you'd like to become a veterinarian but your secret ambition is to be a marine biologist. You study art, English, religious education and all three sciences. You really enjoyed me kissing your forehead just now and—"
My mouth was open, "I did not" I did.
Enjoying the torture he smirked, "It's OK, I'm used to it."
Ugh. I scoffed, "piss off."
"Eleana stop thinking and rest." He muttered standing.
"It's hard to rest when you're kept in the dark."
He leant over one more time… slowly turning his head towards my cheek, leaning in to give a light fresh kiss, "sometimes it's best to be left in the dark." With that final sentence he made his way to the door, shutting it gently.
Like a complete moron I am, I allowed him to walk away… not realising he'd left me with more questions than answers.
The beautiful fragrance of flowers woke me the next morning. Mother had bought me them. Unsure of how she knew, she'd picked my favourites: coronations, tulips and gerberas. The bright and fiery colours made the room appear less dull and awkward. Something I insisted on thanking her for. On the small card that came with it she'd written:
I'm going to make it up to you, baby.
Something I didn't understand, but wasn't ready to understand yet either.
Maybe it was because I appeared more calm and relaxed, or maybe it was because my health had improved, but the nurses hadn't injected me as frequently as yesterday and had actually left me awake. Something I also insisted on thanking them for it.
While she arranged the flowers into a vase, that the nurses had given her to use, she asked, "How are you feeling today, Miss Ellie?"
I smiled realising she hadn't called me that since before dad had passed, "confused."
She immediately stopped what she was doing, turned to face me, and placed her hand in between mine, "OK. OK. Baby, yesterday was a little hectic. You see, that was the first time you'd woken since the crash."
I swallowed, "yeah, I know but—"
She hushed me from talking, her eyes began to weep as she sat down beside the bed I was laying in, "the crash was almost a week ago."
What? The confusion I felt instantly multiplied. Does that mean I was in a coma?
She continued, "A bus's breaks failed which resulted in it colliding into the car Alice was driving."
Mum never calls Liss Alice, never. Not even when dad was alive did she call Liss Alice. Not even when Liss did something bad. It was always Liss, always. I could feel the speed of my heart beating increase, as my palms grew sweaty and twitchy. What was she trying to say?
As her tears fell, she nudged them away with her thumb.
"I don't understand."
"When the bus hit Alice's car, the force propelled it off of the bridge Alice was driving on."
Eh? What bus? What bridge? I felt insane for not remembering anything.
"When the paramedics came, you were found on the grass unconscious; they can only presume the force of the bus thrusted you threw the glass window and out of the car, the grass being the destination you landed on." Her hand tightened round mine as her breath became hasty.
I couldn't help but interrupt, "no, no, no, no, no, no. Someone helped me out of the car, he carried me there."
Trying her hardest not to cause a scene she lowered her voice, "sweetie, the paramedics said there was no way someone could have gotten into the car to help you… it was too compressed."
What?! What was she talking about?! That guy, the guy who was here last night, helped me out, he saved me. "Well they've gotten it wrong, someone helped me out, he carried me to the grass. Mum, he was here last night, I swear."
Soothingly she started to stroke the top of my hand in hope I'd ease, "honey—"
"Is everything alright?" A nurse interfered, realising I'd grown unsteady.
Unable to control my worry, machines grew louder, beeping every mini-second. I became dizzy and unwell, disordered by the news. It didn't feel real. It didn't feel like reality; I couldn't remember any of it, absolutely nothing. All I could remember was the harsh darkness that had surrounded me and pure anxiety I felt when realising I couldn't find Liss or Rae.
No longer could I hear their voices, all I could here was the machinery's noises increasing volume, and my loud thumping of a heart. Stop. Please. Help me. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Please. As I tried to cry out I felt the sharp pinch of a needle. With an instance my eyes were closing and my mind was going… Why were they doing this? I'm telling the truth.
"How is she?" An unfamiliar, masculine voice asked.
My mother's voice replied sounding shaky, "I think I'd tried to tell her too soon."
The same voice sounded louder, it was as if he was coming towards mother and I, "we can all make that mistake, it'll be OK."
Although I could hear everything fine, my eyes felt swollen and tight; I couldn't open them. No matter how hard I tried to blink them open they wouldn't budge. Nor could I stomach a sentence. My mouth was shut tight, as was my mind; I couldn't think of words to say. All I could do was lay there and listen.
"Ya' think?"
"Yeah."
Mother spoke as if her head was between her hands, "oh I don't know, she kept on telling me someone took her out of the car."
"What, and placed her where the paramedics found her?" His tone implied he didn't believe me.
"Yes."
"But there was no way of getting into the girls without cutting the car, it would have been impossible." His voice was high, as if he was confused… tell me about it.
Another voice spoke; I recognised it to be the nurse who was looking after me earlier, "some people believe it's their guardian angel coaxing them."
What?! Guardian angel my arse. He carried me! He bloody carried me! How could a spirit-thingy-person carry someone?
The male's voice sounded despaired, "Pfft. I'm pretty sure that's impossible too."
"Maybe, just don't deny it from her. Not accepting what she thinks is the truth could minimise her recovery, you don't want that… especially after everything."
Mother agreed with the nurse, "I'm sure you're right," Her sigh sounded desperate, "she just doesn't deserve any of this." Her voice broke. Mother was crying.
"Neither do you Mrs Grayson." The nurse added in.
"I do, God was punishing me which has resulted in also punishing and hurting Eleana."
"It wasn't your fault." The man muttered, "You cannot blame yourself for something that you hadn't done, it's not possible."
"Oh but I can. They were in the car because they were getting away from me. They were going out for breakfast because I was the most idiotic mother who hadn't got food in the house—"
His strong, directive voice overrode hers, "Mrs Grayson I refuse to listen to this, you cannot blame yourself for the death of Alice and Rachel."
"What?" I managed to form a word of a sentence, even though my insides were twisting and knotting. As if they were stuck, I ripped my eyes open, tears welling. "Liss and Rae have died?"
Mother looked at me, her eyes dribbling tears which fell to the floor. Both of her hands covered her mouth as she sobbed.
Impatient and panicked I jostled upwards, needing some disturbing answers. "Answer me." No one answered, "Answer me." I screamed.
"Miss Grayson—" The man who'd been standing, holding his hands up defensively said.
I abruptly interrupted, "Answer me!" I continued to scream, tears dragging down my pale distraught face, "answer me! My family has died and all you can say is 'Miss Grayson'." They just stood there watching me, saddened by my reaction, "please. Please." I screeched, "Please answer me." I continued to squeal, not resting until they'd given me the reply I already knew.
I grew sweaty and exhausted as my throat tightened and tears took over me; no longer did I have a family, it was just me: My protective, loving, caring older sister was gone… the one who always helped me revise for tests at school, the one who cooked us meals, the one who gave me money to get new clothes when I had parties to go to. She guided me. She helped me. She made me right. She was gone for forever. Gone, and never able to come back.
And then my guiltless, wonderful, breath-of-fresh-air of a younger sister was also taken from me. My anger ripped out as I sobbed, unable to accept the news. The beautiful baby I'd brought up with Liss was gone. The baby who always made me smile, or enjoy myself, or respect the world. She helped me understand values, and why I should be good. She made me believe in morals and the future.
I couldn't breathe I was crying so hard, I was bawling so excruciatingly painful. My whole torso had knotted into a complete tangled mess which couldn't be undone. In my ears I could hear my heart, my vital organ, pounding, beating, thrusting itself back and forth for my survival; something which I knew Liss and Rae no longer had. I wanted to fight, give off the pain I was feeling… my sisters were taken from me, my sisters were gone.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." My mother cried edging towards me; her arms open to embrace me.
"Urgh." I cried. "They were my family, not yours, mine. How could you?! How dare you keep it from me!"
With all my might, I fought her off of me, angry with her even existing. Liss and Rae didn't deserve to die. Mother just took it, only crying because I was voicing her thoughts.
"Alright now, Miss Grayson." The man said, "calm down."
"My sisters are gone!" I cried out, unable to quiet the pain I was feeling.
They didn't reply, instead I felt a cool, small prick as more medication was used to force me to sleep.
Seductive, soft, strokes of patterns flowed up my left hand and arm. Someone was drawing semi-circles using their fingers. My eyes flickered open, automatically connecting with the honey speckled, long lashed eyes which were staring back. He had tanned, sun kissed skin, which felt smooth but hard. My eyes couldn't help but make their way down to the natural pout of his rough, rouged lips. The memory of them on my forehead made me blush. There was no stubble in sight, just the smooth defined neck line which seemed like heaven to kiss, touch, or even just to look at. His hair was a floppy, dark blonde, short but still long enough to have a subtle quiff. Again, he was in the same striking suit, something in which he looked very gorgeous in. He seemed thin, but muscular; he definitely owned a six pack. To say he was handsome, would be an understatement, he was divine; something only an angel could look like.
Even though my body had felt like it had been shoved through several brick walls I couldn't help but croak out the words, "Hi."
He smiled, showing me his white, straight perfected teeth, "Eleana." He backed his hand away from my arm. Oh.
"You were right."
He looked at me confused and started to mouth the word: what.
"I was better off not knowing."
He sighed, "They told you."
I nodded, "why did you try to help me and not them? I was OK, I would have been able to get out, it was them who needed your help."
His hands ruffled through his hair with despair as he started to pace back and forth, "Eleana I couldn't help them, even though I wanted too; it wasn't possible. You were the only one who I could've saved."
My throat started to form a heavy, painful lump of pain, exhaustion and loss. "I was conscious, I could've gotten out by myself, they needed your help."
"It was too late, Eleana, they were already gone."
Like a big boulder, a clot mounded its way within my throat. Tears started to form, as my eyes started to swell with anxiety, "who are you?"
He didn't reply, instead he said, "you have three cracked ribs, a broken arm, abdominal trauma, a head injury, and severe bruising, you needed my help."
"But I felt OK."
"Well the x-rays, surgery and pain you're now in, say different. Don't deny that your stomach is making you want to ripple over in agony."
He was so right. My hands stumbled over my flat, bandaged, sore tummy which I was trying hard not to heave over; the pain was excruciating.
"And don't deny that you have the worst migraine right now, which is making your eyes water."
I quickly wiped away the tears which were falling, "who are you?"
"Who am I?" He looked at me. He looked at me, as if the world had stopped, that it was literally only us two moving. Time was no longer ticking; it was only our bodies present in this unknown atmosphere. Both our eyes glared into one another, something which even when I was in this much pain, still gave me giddy goose bumps. I was mesmerised by his movement, it was as if they were my drug. "Who am I?" He repeated, "I'm what you call hell."