Savior in the Rain
I had trouble falling asleep in my hospital bed.
Sleep just wouldn't come to me.
I slammed my head down on my pillow and punched the sides of the mattress.
I growled in frustration. I laid on my back, my face facing the ceiling.
It was pitch black in my room, and even the sound of the rain outside wasn't soothing me to sleep.
I put the palm of my hand on my forehead and sighed in frustration.
I sat up, grumbling to myself.
I got out of bed and limped my way to the bathroom.
Thankfully my right foot wasn't as cut up as my left one was. The doctors insisted I wore a medical boot, so I wasn't one to argue with the doctor's orders; not while I was this hurt.
I clicked the light on in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
I was even skinnier the last time I remembered. My bright green eyes no longer held that light I had so deep in my heart.
My hair was dull and lifeless.
I shook my head.
I took a hairbrush and started to brush my long brown locks, letting the thistles soothe my head.
I continued, getting all the tangles out.
Then the light shut of on its own, leaving me in darkness.
I went over and tried turning it on, but it wouldn't come back on.
I heard thunder crash right over the hospital. And lightning lit up the room.
I gasped, dropping the brush.
"Oh shit," I whispered.
I bent down and felt around for the wooden handle.
"Ah found it," I say gripping the handle.
I stood up again, but still couldn't see a thing.
Lightning lit up the room again, and when it did, I saw a familiar figure standing behind me; smiling at me like I was a piece of meat.
My eyes went wide and I let out an ear piercing scream
It was so loud, I screamed myself awake.
I jolted awake, in a panic attack.
I gasp looking around my room, my lungs burning hot from screaming.
I check myself for injuries. There was no blood. I was completely fine.
I scampered out of bed, letting the IV cart roll with me.
I pulled the shades and got a view of a gorgeous sunrise.
It was the early morning hours.
I look around my room, looking around for that clown.
No he wasn't here. I was alone.
Then I saw the bathroom door was open a crack.
I limped over to the bathroom.
I banged the door open and flicked the light on, looking everywhere for Pennywise.
I sighed, turning around, letting my hair fall on the side of my face.
"I'm going crazy," I said, sitting down on my bed.
"Maggie?" asked a voice from the doorway.
It was my mom.
"Mom what are you doing here so early?" I asked her.
"I'm here to have breakfast with you. We can eat in an hour. What do you feel like having? Cereal? Oatmeal? Bacon and eggs?" she asked me.
She dropped a bag on the floor.
"I brought you some of your clothes from home," she said.
I opened the bag, grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom to change.
I closed the door behind me, slamming it as I did.
"So honey how did you sleep?" she asked me from the other side of the door.
"Fine," I lied.
I gently took off the hospital gown, letting it fall.
All I had on was a bra and panties.
I reached in and grabbed a white crop top from the bag and a pair of light blue skinny jeans.
"Mom did you even look to see what you grabbed from my room?" I asked her.
"No honey why?" she asked me.
I opened the door and stood in the doorway; mad as hell.
"Because I look like a slut," I said to her.
My stomach was showing and the skinny jeans made me look skinnier that I was. I looked anorexic.
I had a great figure but I wasn't comfortable showing it off.
"Honey you look great," she said smiling.
"You and I have such different tastes," I told her.
I was still barefoot, but my right foot wasn't as bad as my left foot.
I put more weight on my right foot while dragging my bandaged left one behind.
I was thankful the skinny jeans fit over the bandages at all.
"So honey breakfast, what do you think?" she asked me again.
"Mom cut the bullshit," I sneer at her.
"What do you mean?" she asked me.
"Come clean. What's going on in this town? Do you know who took me?" I asked her.
My mom was above and beyond tired. She looked exhausted beyond belief.
"Maggie it's nothing honey," my mom said sitting down next to me putting her hand on my shoulder.
I shrugged it off and stood over her.
I stood in front of her. I was madder than I had been in years.
"Do you even care that I was taken? Do you love me so much that you are going to keep secrets from me?! Do you know I almost died?"! I screamed at her.
My mom started shaking.
"Does the name Pennywise the Dancing Clown mean anything to you?" I asked her.
"You lived here all your life. You were here 27 years ago! What happened?!" I screamed demanding answers.
"I was here. He came after me too," my mom said. She sighed heavily letting the truth finally come out.
"Pennywise did," I stated.
"Yes. He almost killed me too," she said.
"What happened? How did you survive?" I asked her calmly.
"The same way you did. By fighting. I fought my greatest fear. And even then he couldn't get me," my mom said.
I touched my shoulder wound.
My mom took my hand in hers; so I sat down with her on my bed.
"What was your greatest fear?" I asked her.
"That I would live to see this happen again. And that if I ever had a daughter; she would suffer the same fate as I did. By being hunted by this clown," she said.
"But how did you know you would have a daughter?" I asked her.
"I didn't," she answered me.
"Mom why didn't you just move away? This all could have been avoided," I told her.
"Move with what money Maggie? We were lucky to inherit the house we have now. And where would we go that we could afford to live?" my mom asked me.
"You could have found a way!" I yelled at her.
"Do you know why he spared me? He said my blood and bone was tainted! Tainted with what exactly mom?" I asked her.
"I don't know," my mom said, her head low.
She was guilty and embarrassed.
My mom stood up, starting to plead with me.
"Maggie please understand-"my mom started to say but I wasn't hearing it.
"NO!" I screamed.
"This is all your fault. You are the one who was setting me up like a lamb for slaughter," I cried to her pointing at her.
I tore the bandage off my shoulder and I let my mother see what Pennywise had done to me.
My bite wound was stitched up but you could still see where his teeth had embedded themselves in my skin.
"Take a good look mom! You did this! YOU!" I screamed.
"What kind of a mother are you?" I asked her.
I limped out of the room, leaving her alone. I heard her crying.
"That's right go ahead and cry. I blame you for this," I said.
I limped out of the room. I had pulled out my IV and my hand was bleeding.
I didn't even feel it from my adrenaline kick I was feeling right now.
"Excuse me miss?" asked a voice at the desk.
"Yes?" I ask, trying to be as calm and polite as possible.
"Are you Maggie?" she asked.
"Yes I am, why?" I asked back.
I looked at the nurse.
"You have a package," she said.
"Package?" I asked her.
"Yes it's right here," she said.
She brought back a small parcel with a red balloon attached to it.
I gasped looking athe red balloon.
"What is it? Who is it from?" I asked her.
"It should say so in the note on the top," said the nurse handing me the package.
I took the parcel with my right hand so the nurse wouldn't see the blood dripping off my right palm.
I took the wrapped balloon off first and opened the note cautiously.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Better watch your back, because I'm not through with you," said the note.
I dropped the note and I was scared to open the box.
But I did anyway.
I carefully opened the flap and a pair of bloody human blue eyes stared back at me, with a piece of paper saying "I SEE YOU"
I let out a small yelp, dropping the box.
"Are you okay?" asked the nurse.
"Yeah fine, I said, bending down and closing the box.
"Just took me by surprise is all," I say with a fake reassuring smile.
I went back to my room with the box in my hands, the red balloon following me by itself.
Now I was wondering what poor soul had lost his or her eyes.