Do You Hear the Music?
A/n ok I know it has been a little bit but I have been getting organised to start Uni soon and I haven't had time to write, but I am going to make up for it by writing a few chapters now as my internet is not working at the present moment so I can't just read. So without further ado…
Chapter 9
I stare at my blurred reflection in the mirror for a few minutes before turning to get into the shower. I stare ahead at the wall for ages before slowly massaging shampoo into my hair. I gently wash it out under the warm spray of water. I then turn to grab my razor from the small shelf beside me. I grab the soap and start to lather my legs. As I go to bring it to my leg the music swells inside my head. I drop the razor and see the blade fall out.
With shaking fingers, I bend down and reach to grab it. I feel myself sway to the music, hearing it get louder and louder still the closer the blade moves towards my wrist.
Just as I go to bring the blade to my skin I hear a bang and loud voices in the room. I jump and feel the blade bite into my skin. I gasp at the sharp sting and look wildly for the source of the commotion.
The shower curtain is wrenched open and I scramble to cover my nakedness, blood dripping down my arm. Standing in front of me is a frantic Bex, her eyes wide and panicked as she spots the blood that is flowing down my body with the water and pooling at my feet.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shout, ripping the shower curtain out of her hand and wrapping it around me. The cold, damp material feels unpleasant against my skin, the skin of my wrist still stinging.
"What the hell have you done?!" Bex screams at me, grabbing my arm causing a sharp pain to shoot through it. She quickly grabs a towel and puts pressure on the surprisingly large cut. She reaches behind me with her other hand and turns the shower off.
"You scared me and it slipped!" I shout back, trying to pull my arm back only to have it gripped tighter.
"How did the blade get out of the razor?" She says, her eyes still frantic but her face composed trying to disguise it, there is a slight note of accusation in her voice. "Liz, do it."
"I dropped my razor and it fell out." I answer, feeling the cut start to pulse and send more pain through my arm. "Wait, do what?
Her grasp tightens on the towel over my cut and she glances over her shoulder. Her mouth forms a tight line.
"Do what?" I ask, my face questioning.
She doesn't answer me and I look between her and Macey, who had just moved into the doorway. Her face is a mask of concern.
"Do what?" I ask louder.
Liz appears in the doorway beside Macey, her face panicked.
"I pressed the panic button like you said to Bex." Liz says, her voice quiet. "They should be here any moment.
I realise the implications of what Liz just did immediately. She pressed the panic button.
"Why the hell did you do that?!" I scream at Bex, yanking my arm quickly out of her grasp and clasp it to my chest to try and stop the pain.
"You started humming that damn song!" Bex screams back. "Then there was a loud crash and you got even bloody louder! What did you expect me to do? I think that's a reason to panic!"
With that there is a loud crash from the door way and the sound of multiple people entering the room is deafening. The first into the bathroom is the guard who is stationed outside our room. His gun is drawn and his eyes dart around the room searching for a threat. His eyes zero in on me huddled in the back corner of the shower. My arm clasped to my chest, blood starting to seep through the towel.
I self-consciously look down to make sure my body is covered.
"We have a code 9." The guard says into the radio pinned to his shoulder. That is code for there is an agent injured but not down. He quickly crosses the room, grabbing my arm and pulling it towards him. His long fingers easily encircle my wrist and he squeezes tightly, ignoring my flinch of pain.
Then my mum and Abby race into the room. My mum instantly races towards me and grabs me in a one armed hug as the guard still had a hold of my arm.
Abby leans against the door frame, her face closed of emotion. Her eyes are studying my face.
"What happened here?" She asks, her voice quiet.
Before I can open my mouth to answer she raises her hand effectively quieting me.
"I don't want to hear it from you." She says, her voice showing a note of anger. "I want the complete truth and I know I won't get it from you."
She turns towards Macey, her tongue clicking impatiently.
"When Cam came back she went into the shower almost straight away. It was quiet for a few moments and then all of a sudden she started to… to hum that carnival music." Macey whispers. "Then there was a crash and she started to hum it even louder. That's when we broke down the door to get in."
She gestures to the door hanging lopsidedly from its hinges.
"And then we found this." She gestures to me, her voice slightly horrified.
The guard still has an incredibly tight grip on my wrist. My aunt studies me quietly for a few moments before crossing the bathroom in a few quick strides.
She lightly grabs my wrist from the guard and pulls the towel away from it. Instantly blood begins to bubble and run from it again, a fair amount of blood I might add. I start to feel a little dizzy and I feel myself sway on the spot, my feet slipping from under me on the wet shower floor.
I feel my aunts arms wrap around me, catching me deftly before I hit the ground. Black spots start to appear in front of my eyes and things go quiet.
I vaguely notice my mum's lips moving as she grips my face but I can't make out the words. The spots are growing bigger and I feel myself drift out of consciousness.
