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Hole in the Wall
Chapter 3: An Apple A Day
The sun was barely up when I had woken up from my grassy bed. I had no motivation or need to get up from the pleasant dream of; nothing. It was one of my very few and fortunate nights where I didn't dream of unrealistic and horrible fantasies; which I was rather pleased with that fact.
My hair was lying all around me as if it were a giant blanket, wrapping around me as if it was comforting me. I didn't mind, I enjoyed the snuggling feeling around me and Toby was covered by my brown locks of hair like some little creatures. I laughed as I stretched from my position moving my hair away to discover a young boy with platinum hair sleeping next to me like a small child. At that moment I wanted to push him a little and make loud noises to wake him up, but he was peacefully sleeping. I think he missed the silence, I think I did too.
I lay back down for a long time before I wanted to get back up again. I lost track of the time as I rested my hands the stomach of my white ruffled blouse, remembering how often I use to ditch my classes my senior year of high school to hang out in this sanctuary. It was completely stunning how the small forest surrounded us letting the sunlight shine through like a ray on the water and making the flowers explore their different and unique colors. It was a fantastical place beyond anyone's imagination or even my delusional fifteen year old self. My face flushed at the warmth of the sun not wanting stir an inch from my grassy bed.
"Sarah?" I heard a brief yawn before Toby pushed himself up from the ground stretching his arms. He seemed refreshed and his face was his normal chipper self again, his crystal blues half awake as he searched for my face in my jungle hair. He leaned over and poked the side of my cheek as I puffed it up childishly and then released the air from my mouth, "Morning sleepy head," I grinned as he smiled asking the time.
I was unsure myself the time, but I soon checked my phone to see it was a little after one. The 'rents would surely be pissed that I had their beloved son out passed curfew and then some.
The car ride was nice, and I wondered how long it'd be this way. Irene would surely nip at me for having her one-and-only child out for too long and how irresponsible I had been, and father would surely rip my head off for having his one-and-only son out doing whatever shenanigans that teenagers did.
Toby and I looked at each hesitantly before entering or even touching the door of the house. We both had a very good idea of how things would end.
We both had entered into the modern home, everything seemed to be fine. A few objects were missing and my guess was they'd probably broken things in their rage of fighting. My eyes wandered to the small trashcan covered in dog prints for design, a broken picture frame and glass silvers were inside. I was beginning to worry that this would end a lot worse than I had imagined. I motioned Toby and I to head up the stairs before Irene and dad came back to notice us.
Toby was about to open his door, "Where the held o you think you've been you little shit!" it was dad and he was drunk. His body wreaked of booze as his eyes filled with rage without proper explanation. "Dad knock it off! I was the one who kept Toby out!," My hand reached out to yank dad's hand away from pulling Toby. I could see how drunk and stupid he had become since last night. He snapped and without a word grabbed my wrist as I cried out in pain. There was a sharp pain in my wrist as I attempted to pull myself away. I could feel myself crying as I heard Irene scream in the background and Toby trying to push our dad back.
"You little cunt! You think just because you flew off to some big hot shot town you can dictate how things go here?! You're just like your mother!" He shoved Toby off his shoulder and I could hear the sound of shattering glass. My eyes searched for him in a frenzy, he had gone unconscious and the glass had fallen off the stair railing. Irene was covered in bruises and was crying hysterically as she pleaded with my father to stop. "Toby!" I caught myself screaming his name, hoping he'd call back.
My father was holding me by the wrist tightly as if I was a little rag doll, and I sure felt like one. I tried to stop crying, "What the hell happened to you dad!? Ever since I've gotten here-" The grip on my wrist loosened and the space behind my back was nothing, but a flood of stairs. My body came crashing down the flight of stairs and I could feel the back of my head smash against the wall.
I had never seen such an apologetic look on a man's face before, my father stood at the top of the stairs watching the monstrosity he had done. "S-Sarah…" I heard him stutter in a light whisper, but I could feel and taste the blood falling to the front of my pale face. The taste of rust and water inside my mouth as my eyes became heavy. "Oh my god! Call the doctors!!! Call someone!!! "Irene's mother instincts had taken over I presumed, I could hear everyone running around the house searching for a phone and I felt the warmth of someone's hand, "Sarah! Please don't leave me!" I could feel the tears falling on my hand. Oh Toby, who would explain to the kid it wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault.
"Don't fight it"
Who is that? That voice seems so familiar. The pain's stopped and all I can see is an empty black void. There's nothing here, not another sound, not another image. It's slightly terrifying, but relaxing at the same time.
I'm assuming it's a dream, but I pinch my flesh and it feels just as any real pain, "Shit," I mumble to myself. A rolling sound echoes through the void, and I can't help, but to try and locate the noises. All of a sudden I'm running. I'm running for something or from something. My breathing is thick and heavy, until I slip to the ground. A small sphere has rolled near my face, small and crystal clear. I laid there for moments that seemed like centuries as I tried to figure out what to do. Was I dead? Was this the afterlife? Such a strange place, if it was even a place.
"Sarah"
Be quiet. Please.
"Sarah. Please open your eyes."
What seemed like forever was quickly stopped. My eyes slowly opened to a white room and the smell of disinfectants in the air. Irene was sleeping in a chair with her head resting against the plain white wall, dad was nowhere to be seen in the room, but Toby was right next to the one occupant bed. His hands were closed together and his arms rested on the bed and kneeled on the floor, he was soundly sleeping. For a moment I winced at the pain in my arm, they injected me with sodium chloride to keep me hydrated.
I was positive there were bruises on my face of all shades purple. Eventually when I attempted to stir from my position Toby's eyes wandered up at my face. His face was pale and heavy bags sunk into eyes as if he had not slept in days. How long had I been out for?
Toby's eyes edged with tears as he looked at me as if he was going to break down to the floor in hysterics. I reached for his hand; I could feel his whole body relax as soon as I touched his cold hand. The tips of his fingers cold to the touch from the hospital's not so warm atmosphere. My hand was pressed against his cheek and I could hear a small prayer and thanks towards something from his small mouth. "I'm so sorry Sarah!" Toby shouted and I could see Irene slightly stir from her rest, but return back with a flutter of her eyelashes.
I believe Toby spent the next hour apologizing and I had explained to him no one was at fault. Toby seemed terrified for a moment, as if he had something important to say. "Sarah," Toby concentrated on his choice of words, "I've done something terrible. The doctors had said that you were going to die because the impact was so great to your head. You were a vegetable for almost a week and dad was ready to pull the plug today. Sarah please forgives me," something told me I wasn't going to like the next part of this scene.
I could feel my hands clasp over the white sheets in tension, "Toby what did you do?" my voice cracked as I pushed myself back further in my bed. I could feel the needle in my arm poking at me now and pain flushed back into my body, obviously I had not entirely recovered. Toby's blue eyes stared me down, "I grabbed the book and I wished that-"
A loud knock came by the door which I could not see. "Hello?" a familiar…nightmarish voice echoed through that door. My head unconsciously shook its head 'no' as I tried to push myself back into the bed and cover my eyes like a child.
A tall man appeared with a pair of eyes I had never forgotten. His unmatched eyes and elegant fact that had haunted my dreams in terror could still be seen even if he was wearing squared glasses. It didn't matter if that monster was wearing a white coat with pens in the pocket. There was no doubt that it was him. An old familiar sinister grin formed against his lips with victory before he parted his lips,
"How are you feeling today Miss Williams?
