I remember that first night. That awful night Nichole died and her friends brought me to this bloody place.
I had planned to tell Nichole that night…I had had everything ready and knew exactly what I was going to say and where to say it. But it was all ruined. I wanted to tell her that I…I had loved her.
For once, I had loved someone. But now when I think of her, it's only a heartache I feel.
I had woken up quickly after they brought me to America. I remember her parents crying. I remember the blood that covered my entire being.
After it all, they brought me to that place. There were people there in blue coats that took me into another room and put a thing on my nose and set me down on a cold metal table. I wanted them dead for even touching me.
They kept poking and prodding me, and I hated it. My vision got more and more dizzy too.
The pain soon became even more unbearable, but I couldn't do anything. But I did know that these people in their blue coats and torture tools needed to die.
So I kicked and screamed.
"LET ME OUT! I WANNA SEE HER!"
It's mostly vague from there on. I remember them hurting me and sticking a needle into me. At that point, I stopped trying and stopped fighting.
"N-Nichole…" I mumbled, and then gave into the darkness ahead of me.
…
"Alois…?"
I opened my eyes to see them.
"AHHH!" I screamed bloody murder and hid under the white covers, cowering. Tears stung my eyes, and I felt pain still throbbing on my wound.
I was wearing some weird paper thing as clothes, and under the barely covering paper I was completely nude. I kept shaking and crying. I was scared and wanted someone to say it was okay. But the only person that had ever said that to me….
…she was dead.
"Alois…calm down! It's us! Nichole's friends!"
I still didn't move.
"Alois…it's okay now…The doctors patched you up…"
One of them raised the snow white cover off of me, and they all looked down on me like I was an abomination or something.
"Oh my…" The mother said. She was the one who lifted the sheet off. "He's so scared…"
"He's trembling and crying like a BABY! Just look at his bloodshot eyes!"
"Maddie!"
I hugged my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself. This place….I wanted to go away. I didn't want to be here. Not at all. The pain of my stab wound was increasing by the minute, but I was more scared to care. Now that I look back at it all, I should have paid more attention to my wound then my damn mind.
"G-Give him the doll…"
I kept shivering and refusing to move. I wanted to go home. I wanted love. I want…everything that is gone now…
"Alois…" The mother said, her voice soft. She was holding a little plush doll in her hands. "This was Nichole's….here."
I'll always remember that face she had when she spoke to me. It was of complete hopelessness mixed with a caring completion. But her sullen face was more sad then motherly right now.
She handed me the little plush and I took it with my shaky little hands. It was of a boy, with a little green hat and a sword in his hand. He was smiling.
I lowered my knees down and sat cross-legged. I stared at the little face of the doll for a bit, then brought it a bit closer to me. The more I stared at it, the more I wanted to rip its tiny smiling face into little strips of cloth. But then I remember that it had indeed been Nichole's.
I didn't want to embarrass myself even more by sobbing in front of these girls, so I put the cover back over my head. I lie there, awaiting for them to leave. Instead they mumble like little maids around a fire after dinner.
"That poor boy."
"Poor?! He is the reason my daughter isn't alive anymore! I HATE him!"
I cringe and bury my face into the little doll. More people that hate me, just great.
"He doesn't deserve to be here! I don't like him!" Her mother's voice was cracking, and I knew that she was crying.
I hugged the doll even tighter and cried even harder. "W-Why….does everyone hate me…?"
"Regardless," She continued, "I have to take care of him…Nichole loved him…"
I griped my wound in pain and kept listening. The doll was pressed close as I could get it to my heart.
"I will take care of him and such…I will never truly love that boy…but I'll handle him for now…"
I nod from under the covers and close my eyes. The pain didn't subside, but I fell asleep rather quickly anyway. I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for anything.
Except to see her face, at least once, again…
