I'm
not doing this again.... I own my computer, that's it..
Bold-italics,
we know...
Poor Mimi, just so we don't get confused,
Sora
called the cops, who came and got the man, and the ambulance took
Mimi, who is in stable condition at the hospital.
~~~~~
Beep...
Drip...
Drip... Drip.
Beep...
Mimi
opened her eyes, and saw nothing. Nothing, even the void of color,
and still she saw nothing.
"I-I don't
understand."
Beep...
Drip...
"Don't
you?" Asked a voice not her own. "You are running on
memories, Mimi, fueled by the past.
Chasing shadows in the dark,
if I may." There was a movement of nothing that indicated a
shrug.
Beep...
Drip...
Mimi
was confused as to how she could understand that in this void.
"Mimi,
stop chasing shadows and turn on the light..." the voice began
to fade and was now just rhythmic beeps, emanating from the machine
off to her right.
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
The
machine continued to beep rhythmically, the soft green glow coming
from it, the only light in the pitch black room.
"Matt..."
Mimi moaned lightly, as her eyes began to close again.
~~~
She
woke again a few hours later, and found that she had no way of
telling the time. Restless and bored, she also found she could no
longer stand to stay in this bed.
She unplugged her self from the
beeping machines,
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.....
And
stepped delicately from the room.
One-o-nine.
Why
was she in the hospital anyway?
Oh yeah, to visit
Matt..
She walked the few
doors down the hallway to the room she had visited the previous
day.
She pulled the door open and stepped softly in.
The
blonde-haired male lay sleeping on his bed, though by the way he was
tossing and turning, she didn't assume it was drug induced.
Her
eyes came to rest on a card sitting on his night-stand, a cute
picture of something called a pokemon, hoping Matt would get better.
Mimi reached over and picked it up, opening the card to see who had
sent it.
Matt, Get well soon, and don't worry about
Mimi too much till she wakes up.
~Signed: Sora.
Sora?
Why had Sora been to see Matt?
Mimi
wondered, when she heard Matt begin to talk.
"No...
Mimi..." She smiled as he mentioned her name. He must
be dreaming about me.
"Leave
her alone..." He was saying...
He's dreaming about
me, but who should leave me alone?
He
tossed once more and sat bolt upright, eyes flying open, tearing a
few plugs from his body.
He didn't see her for a few seconds, as
he whipped his head around, looking like he was ready to
fight.
Suddenly, his cerulean eyes cleared and he saw Mimi in
front of him.
"Mimi?"
"Matt?
What's wrong?" Mimi asked, her soft eyes meeting his cool blue
ones.
"Mimi, Sora said that...." He hesitated for a
second, "You don't remember do you?"
"Remember
what Matt? I remember your accident, and .... me visiting you here,
and promising I would come back, so here I am. Like I promised."
Matt
looked at her, almost sadly, and then seemed to notice the newly
bleeding holes in his arms.
"Ow." He said evasively,
drawing the conversation away from Mimi's lacking in memory.
Mimi
gasped, and reached out, her hand coming near and hovering near one
of the bleeding spots, before pulling away. Mimi began to rummage
through random drawers for bandages, but she was stopped by a gentle
hand on her shoulder.
"Matt." She breathed.
"Mimi,"
He started, placing his free hand on her other shoulder and turning
her to face him. "Mimi, who was he?"
"Who was who
Matt?" She asked, sounding innocent and naïve.
Matt took
a deep breath, she had to remember now, or be caught off guard
later.
"The man that that tried to rape you..."
..."Hello,
little lady, want to have some fun? 'Cause I sure do...."
"...Oh,
I'll take what I want alright ..."
...She fell to the
cold, hard, tile floor...
...Naked and revealed...
..."911-
what is your emergency?"...
..His hand locked around her
throat...
Mimi
screamed, and clutched at Matt's light blue hospital garb, her
fingernails digging through the cloth and into her hands. Matt's warm
hands were on her back, pulling her to him, her cheek now pressed
against his chest where she could hear his calming heart
beat.
..."Sora! Help me!"...
... someone's arousal cupped between her legs...
... the coppery
flavor of blood...
..."Night night,
princess..."
And
blackness...
Tears
coursed freely down her face, dampening the front of Matt's shirt,
but still his warm, soothing hands caressed her back, as he whispered
soothing words to her.
"Shh, Mimi, it's okay, I'm here
now, and it's okay."
She sobbed some more, even harder if
that was possible, clutching her arms around Matt and trembling with
fear and anger and hatred.
Matt guided her over to the bed,
and lay her down on it, and was going to find a nurse to give Mimi
something to help her sleep, but her hand grabbed at his shirt, and
her eyes pleaded with him to stay, so he wrapped his strong, warm
arms around her, and lay down next to her, where he soon fell into a
dreamless sleep.
Seeing that Mimi's eyes were closed, Matt
rested his chin on the top of her head, and whispered,
"Mimi,
I know it hurts, but please, don't go chasing shadows in the
dark..."
Soon, he too fell asleep, Mimi resting in his arms.
