Disclaimer: See chapter 3
Chapter 4: Sad
"You're so sad, you're such a sad-eyed girl You're so sad, in your sub-plot"
The lights shone brightly into her eyes, blinding her. Where was she? What had happened? Her mind was in a jumble. A voice called to her from the brilliance.
"Miss Parker? Miss Parker, can you hear me?"
"Sydney?" She asked. Slowly her eyes focused on the man leaning over her. His face was full of concern. "Is that you? Where am I?"
"You're in the Centre infirmary. How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. I have a slight headache. Can I sit up?" Sydney nodded his head and helped her sit up. Her eyes adjusted to the bright lights. She was in one of the rooms used to house the sick people at the Centre. The walls were white and the only furniture in the room was the bed she sat on and the chair Sydney had been sitting in.
"What happened?" She asked, rubbing her temples. She willed herself to remember the events that had put her in the infirmary. But either the events had been erased from her mind or her mind was not willing to cooperate. She was leaning more towards the latter.
"You suffered from some sort of psychological trauma. Sam found you in one of the halls. He said you looked like you had just seen a ghost. You went unconscious soon after he arrived." Miss Parker nodded, taking it all in.
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
"Sam said you were asking him to make something or someone go away. But Sam didn't see anyone there. Do you remember that.? Miss Parker?"
Miss Parker's face had gone deadly white. Images of the ghost like Jarod appeared in her mind. The horror of it was overwhelming. She shuddered.
"Miss Parker, are you okay?" She slowly nodded her head. "What happened?"
"I saw him, Sd. He looked like he had just died." Her voice was quiet. Sydney had to lean closer to hear her. "He was blaming me for his condition. He reached out to touch me. He touched me, Sydney." Her voice was horror filled. "That must have been when I went unconscious."
"There, there. It's all right." He soothed, wrapping his arm around her. "It's okay."
"No. No, it's not okay. He touched me." She whimpered, burying her head into Sydney's shoulder. "Why is he doing this to me?" Even though she didn't say who "he" was, Sydney knew it had to be Jarod. Who else would haunt Miss Parker?
"I have no answers for you. He may not be doing anything to you. You may be doing this to yourself."
"Why?"
"Again, I have no answers for you. I cannot tell you what is going on deep inside of you. You may be feeling guilty and your feelings are presenting themselves to you in the form of a ghost or illusion of Jarod."
"Why should I feel guilty?" Questioned Miss Parker, sitting up. "Jarod means nothing to me. Why should I feel guilty over something that means nothing to me?" Sydney didn't answer. There was nothing he could say. He knew, even if Miss Parker didn't, that Jarod did mean something to her.
They sat there in silence for a few moments. Miss Parker could hear the people in the hallway going about their daily lives. She sighed.
"I must be off, Miss Parker." Sydney said, getting up. "The doctor left already, but he said you were to spend the night here. If you need anything later tonight, there's a nurse out front. Do you need anything before I go?"
"No."
"Okay. I'll come by once I'm done. Rest, Miss Parker. A nap may do you some good."
"Okay." Sydney left, closing the door softly behind him. The minute he was gone and out of sight, Miss Parker burst into tears. They trailed down her cheeks, leaving little trail marks in their wake. A pain of unknown origin welled up inside her. Why? What had she done to deserve this? She cried softly to herself for a long time.
Chapter 4: Sad
"You're so sad, you're such a sad-eyed girl You're so sad, in your sub-plot"
The lights shone brightly into her eyes, blinding her. Where was she? What had happened? Her mind was in a jumble. A voice called to her from the brilliance.
"Miss Parker? Miss Parker, can you hear me?"
"Sydney?" She asked. Slowly her eyes focused on the man leaning over her. His face was full of concern. "Is that you? Where am I?"
"You're in the Centre infirmary. How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. I have a slight headache. Can I sit up?" Sydney nodded his head and helped her sit up. Her eyes adjusted to the bright lights. She was in one of the rooms used to house the sick people at the Centre. The walls were white and the only furniture in the room was the bed she sat on and the chair Sydney had been sitting in.
"What happened?" She asked, rubbing her temples. She willed herself to remember the events that had put her in the infirmary. But either the events had been erased from her mind or her mind was not willing to cooperate. She was leaning more towards the latter.
"You suffered from some sort of psychological trauma. Sam found you in one of the halls. He said you looked like you had just seen a ghost. You went unconscious soon after he arrived." Miss Parker nodded, taking it all in.
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
"Sam said you were asking him to make something or someone go away. But Sam didn't see anyone there. Do you remember that.? Miss Parker?"
Miss Parker's face had gone deadly white. Images of the ghost like Jarod appeared in her mind. The horror of it was overwhelming. She shuddered.
"Miss Parker, are you okay?" She slowly nodded her head. "What happened?"
"I saw him, Sd. He looked like he had just died." Her voice was quiet. Sydney had to lean closer to hear her. "He was blaming me for his condition. He reached out to touch me. He touched me, Sydney." Her voice was horror filled. "That must have been when I went unconscious."
"There, there. It's all right." He soothed, wrapping his arm around her. "It's okay."
"No. No, it's not okay. He touched me." She whimpered, burying her head into Sydney's shoulder. "Why is he doing this to me?" Even though she didn't say who "he" was, Sydney knew it had to be Jarod. Who else would haunt Miss Parker?
"I have no answers for you. He may not be doing anything to you. You may be doing this to yourself."
"Why?"
"Again, I have no answers for you. I cannot tell you what is going on deep inside of you. You may be feeling guilty and your feelings are presenting themselves to you in the form of a ghost or illusion of Jarod."
"Why should I feel guilty?" Questioned Miss Parker, sitting up. "Jarod means nothing to me. Why should I feel guilty over something that means nothing to me?" Sydney didn't answer. There was nothing he could say. He knew, even if Miss Parker didn't, that Jarod did mean something to her.
They sat there in silence for a few moments. Miss Parker could hear the people in the hallway going about their daily lives. She sighed.
"I must be off, Miss Parker." Sydney said, getting up. "The doctor left already, but he said you were to spend the night here. If you need anything later tonight, there's a nurse out front. Do you need anything before I go?"
"No."
"Okay. I'll come by once I'm done. Rest, Miss Parker. A nap may do you some good."
"Okay." Sydney left, closing the door softly behind him. The minute he was gone and out of sight, Miss Parker burst into tears. They trailed down her cheeks, leaving little trail marks in their wake. A pain of unknown origin welled up inside her. Why? What had she done to deserve this? She cried softly to herself for a long time.