All characters go to their respective owners, as does the song and its lyrics. I do not own Carmilla nor any of the characters.. sadly. Nor do I own the song used in this fic. I do, however, own the writing and the ideas for the story!
A Fan-fic by LostLove2015
A/N: Well... I'm not dead! Just been lazy as well as pre-occupied with school and other junk. But I'm back with another chapter, so I hope you guys like it :3
P.S. This chapter is inspired by the song 'Ghost' by Ella Henderson. You guys should definitely check it out!
"Ghost"
Laura sits in a hospital bed for three days.
Various wires hang from her body that connect to nearby machines to monitor her vitals as well as her brain activity.
After falling to the ground and smacking her skull against the stone walk-way and falling unconscious, Laura was rushed to the hospital connected with Silas University. There, a series of examinations and tests were run in order to make sure that Laura was okay and had not suffered anything too traumatic to her brain.
There was found to be open flesh towards the base of her skull behind her left ear where the contact was made with the ground, a series of hairline fractures to the bone beneath, and cerebral hemorrhaging and swelling. Brain activity, however, was confusing doctors. The rate at which Laura's brain was sending and receiving neural responses and responding to certain internal stimuli was an astounding occurrence; even with the hemorrhaging and disruption caused to her skull.
On the outside, Laura was at rest and stoic in her looks and responses, but inside she was a live wire of poignant information - Carmilla.
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I keep going to the river to pray. 'Cause I need something that can wash all the pain. And at most I'm sleeping all these demons away. But your ghost, the ghost of you. It keeps me awake
On the night of the third day it begins to rain, and hard. The wind outside howls and moans like the grief stricken cries of the dead ghosts that were left to haunt the earth after their dreadful passing. The world outside is plunged in almost complete darkness, save for the faint light of the moon that barely escapes its prison behind the clouds.
From her restless slumber, Laura is awakened and thrown into a fit of screams that echo through her room. Around her dark shadows dance across the walls, their appearance only permitted by the faint glow of the moon. The darkness inside has taken its hold on her, and Laura can't escape the demons inside. She screams and screams.
"Carmilla..! Carmilla! I remember! Please.. Come home, Carmilla!"
Her body writhes on the bed as she tries to pull the wires off of her, and she kicks wildly into the sheets to try and remove them completely from her. She removes every thing within a couple of minutes, and crawls off of the bed. The pain to her head knocks her off of her feet, and she is forced to crawl to her destination.
The window.
It takes time and a lot of effort to bring her body all the way across the room. Once beneath the window, Laura sits up upon her knees and reaches for the window sill that slightly juts out about five inches. With a firm grip she pulls herself up and onto her feet, but nearly falls back to all fours with the stabbing pain occurring to her head. She closes her eyes and leans herself against the wall, and allows herself to concentrate on breathing.
Once Laura has centered herself, she grants herself sight once again and looks out the window. She sees the rain as it falls in sheets in the faint light of the night. She sees the many water droplets that race across the window pane and scatter with the blowing wind. She sees the darkness that consumes the night, and she lets out a strangled sob.
Where is Carmilla..
Dirty blonde locks of hair fall over her face as she lets her head come to rest against the cool glass of the window. It soothes her burning skin if only for a little while, and slowly gathers fog with the heat of her panted breaths. She raises her right hand to the glass and writes out shakily the name of Carmilla. Maybe she could coax her out and let her know she was there and alright.
As she moves to look around the fogged glass, the sound of an opening door startles her. Laura whips her head around to see a couple of nurses as well as her father in frantic states. With the movement, Laura finds herself light headed and falling towards the ground. She sticks out her arms just in time to catch her fall and grunts with the impact. Within seconds the nurses and her father are by her side and helping her up and back to her bed.
"What were you doing up, Laura? You could of hurt yourself even more than you already are," Mark said, his heart beating a bit faster than normal.
"I-I was tired of just sitting in this bed," Laura lied.
"We heard from some nurses that they heard screaming coming from here, something about Carmella? Carmilla? Is this what LaFontaine was worried about that she had to have me come get you?"
"I don't know what-"
Mark cuts his daughter off, "Don't play dumb with me Laura. Is this what she was speaking on?"
Laura bites her lip and looks to her intertwined hands. She can feel the bile rising and the tears coming to the rim of her eyes. "I- They just didn't know how to handle it. They thought I couldn't handle myself and that something was wrong with me!" She begins to cry, "There isn't anything wrong with me! Carmilla is alive, I know she is!"
Mark just stares at his daughter. He begins to remember back to after his wife's death when Laura was only five years old, and he had gone almost crazy. He thought he could see his dead wife in every thing and anything he came across. Nothing could make him see otherwise until his friends finally brought him to a mental health clinic where he stayed for almost two months gaining back his life. Laura had stayed with his mother for that small amount of time, and she seemed to have gotten better without his crazy talk.
But now- now the tables were turned.
"Laura.. You need help."