Here it is, the first chapter in the third and final part of my fanfiction. please review ;)
I am not too pleased with this chapter, but the beginning is very hard to write.
It will get better though, I promise.
Darkness…thick, suffocating darkness surrounding her.
Voices. She could hear them, but she couldn't understand what they said.
Then light…somewhere, through all darkness, light…
Angela gasped for air as she opened her eyes. The bright light dazzled her.
"Jack?" Her mouth was very dry, she cleared her throat and tried to sit up.
"Jack?" His face was all she could remember…But where was he? Why wasn't he with her? Angela looked around the room. It was white…everything was white. She looked down at herself. She was wearing white…And she had needles in her arms and hands!
She started to feel frightened, where was she?
"Jack!" Why wasn't he here? Why didn't he come when she called? He always came when she called his name…
Angela started to pull one of the needles out, an IV she now noticed. Why did she have an IV?
She pulled, it hurt, but she didn't care.
A door was opened and a thickset dark skinned woman stepped inside.
"Oh dear you're awake?" The woman saw Angelas struggle to pull the IV out from her body and hurried over to Angelas bed. She tried to calm Angela down, but Angela just pushed her away and kept trying to pull the needle out. The nurse tried to make Angela lie down.
"No! Stop, let me go! I have…to…find…Jack!" Angela let go of the needle and tried to get out of the bed instead.
"Please child calm down." But Angela tried to fight the elderly woman's grip. Angela didn't know where she was or why, but she had to get away. She had to find Jack…
The elderly woman wasn't able to hold Angela down herself, so she pressed a button and only seconds' later two men in white clothes came running in to the room. They looked at the fighting and screaming Angela for about two seconds before one of them hurried over to the bed and helped the woman to hold her down, while the other man pulled up a syringe.
"No, please!" Angela saw how the man put the needle into her IV, how the transparent liquid came through the IV-tube and into her hand, into her vein. It didn't take long until she lost her consciousness.
She didn't know how much time that had passed when she woke up.
The woman was looking at a monitor next to the bed.
"Oh, you're awake", she said calmly. Angela tried to sit up, but straps held her arms down, she couldn't move. She sighed and leaned back.
"Where am I?" The woman seemed surprised by how calm Angela suddenly was.
"You're in a hospital dear." Angela closed her eyes.
A hospital?
The straps were cutting in to her skin.
"Could you take these straps away please?" The woman, a nurse Angela figured, looked at her.
"I promise I'll behave…" She grinned. "I'm too tired to put up a fight anyway."
The nurse looked at the pale girl and felt sympathy for her. So she nodded and took the straps off. Angela smiled and thanked the woman.
"What happened?" Angelas voice shivered. The nurse gave her a gentle pat on the arm.
"Try to relax, the doctor will be here soon."
"Please…what happened?" Angela felt so confused. She could hardly remember anything except…except for Jack.
She could see his face so clearly, but everything else was…a mist. Her memory was a fog, a mist.
"The doctor will be here soon." The woman smiled but Angela started to feel more frustrated.
"Where is Jack?" But the woman avoided her question. Why? Why didn't she want to tell Angela what had happened? The door to Angelas room was opened and a middle aged man stepped inside.
"Good evening Angela."
Angela…yes, that was her name. She remembered now. Angela…
The doctor sat down on a chair.
"Angela Quinn, is that correct?" Angela didn't answer. Quinn, with the name came the memories. Memories of a horrific childhood.
"Is that correct?" Angela took a slow shivering breath and then nodded. The doctor cleared his throat.
"It's remarkable Angela." He looked down at Angelas journal. "You disappeared nearly three months ago when your boat sank, everyone thought you were dead." He looked at Angela, she didn't notice that, she looked down at her hands which she had folded above the white covers.
"And yet…here you are now. With hardly a mark on your body. Except for a few bruises and a…" He cleared his throat, as if it was something horrible.
"…brand", Angela filled in. She remembered. Remembered being held down, remembered the feeling of a heavy body on top of hers and then the pain.
The doctor looked up from her journal.
"Yes…a brand. Besides these things there is no other sign of violence. You have been here for nearly two weeks no. And with, like I just said no signs of any violence. There were no drugs in your blood and still you wouldn't wake up." He looked down at her journal again, he read a few lines and then looked up.
"Do you have any memory of where you've been all this time?" Angela shook her head. The things she remembered…It was too little and too…weird to explain.
The doctor nodded and stood up.
"You need to rest. Nurse Stephens will take a blood sample and then we'll leave you alone."
The nurse grabbed Angelas arm and was just about to stick another needle into her arm, but Angela pulled her arm away.
Stephen…
"Stephen…" The doctor looked at her.
"What did you say?"
"Stephen…" Angela sat up. She remembered the name Stephen, and the name feared her. Jack…She remembered Jack. Jack Sparrow. But where was he? She had to find him.
"Where is Jack?" Angela tried to get out of the bed again. The nurse grabbed her.
"No please, I have to go! You don't understand! I have to find…"
"There's no need to look for your friend." Angela stopped fighting and looked at the doctor.
"You found Jack?"
"Jack?" The doctor looked into his papers.
"I thought your friends name was Jonathan. Jonathan Myers?"
"Jonathan…" Angela rembered. Jonathans warm smile, his humour, their nights together in their apartment. Jonathan, her best friend in the whole world.
"You found him? Where is he, is he alright?" The doctor gave Angela a pitiful smile.
"I am sorry my dear girl, but he didn't make it through the storm."
"He's dead?" Angela wasn't shocked, she had known that. But for a few seconds had she had some hope, just a little. From that moment she hated the doctor. He was cold and heartless.
"Get some rest miss Quinn, we'll talk more tomorrow."
Angela wasn't able to sleep; she just lay in her bed and looked up at the white ceiling.
She had done that before…she remembered lying in a bed feeling happy. She didn't feel happy now, only confused.
She went through the memories she had.
She remembered who she was, her childhood, how she left her home, when she met Jonathan and then the storm. But after that…it was still a mist.
The only word Angela had that could describe it, a mist and behind hit lay her memories.
Angela sighed and turned over on her stomach.
She was in a hospital.
But she wasn't sick.
She had been missing for nearly three months but she couldn't remember where she had been.
Angela cried out of frustration and pressed her pillow over her head.
Hands pressed against my throat…can't breathe…
Angela sat up.
She stared at the pillow. It had triggered another memory, or at least she thought it was a memory.
She wasn't sure what was real and what's not.
She remembered Jack Sparrow. But she also remembered the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.
A movie…
The first thing she had thought of when she woke up after, only god knows how long, was a character from a movie.
Angela sighed and looked at the brand on her arm.
For the whore that ye are
She had remembered everything earlier, about how she had gotten the brand.
But it made no sense.
Pirates don't exist anymore, at least not pirates like that.
But still…the brand was there. It was real.
But was her memory real too?
It couldn't be…
Angela sighed and lay down on her back again.
"What happened to me?"