The Crimson Clock: Path of The Fallen

Chapter Four

A/n: Happy Friday! I'll be posting two chapters today sense chapter four is pretty short. So stay tuned for chapter five! In the mean time, here's chapter four...

I woke up with a pounding headache, and my grandmother pacing the room. She had a finger tapping her chin, while the other was at her side tapping her leg. She mumbled something to herself, but I couldn't make out the words.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, yes. How was your sleep?"

"Fine. Is something bothering you-"

"No! No Esme, I said I was okay."

I was confused. Something was obviously bothering her. But why wasn't she telling me?

My stomach rumbled, interrupting my thoughts.

"Can I get some food?" I asked. Nothing. "Hello?" Nothing. I decided to reach for the phone on the side table, to order some food for myself. But, I felt a huge wave of pain rush over me. I slowly looked down, knowing something was wrong when I saw blood, dripping down from where my bruises were, dripping down my leg, and onto the floor.

I didn't know what to do. I made a sound like a scream, and a gasp for air. I put my hand onto where the source of pain was coming from, feeling an abnormal rough like object that had pierced through my skin. I didn't want to think about what it was. I just kept screaming.

My grandmother yelled for the doctors. They ran in with a rolling bed, carrying me onto it, and rushing me out of the room.

I put my hand on my face to whip away the tears off my chin, but just ended up wiping blood onto my cheek.

The odor of the smeared blood on me made me feel light headed. Maybe that was good. I wouldn't have to feel like I was going to die. Maybe I could pass out and just lay here forgetting what was happening.

A doctor put a needle in my arm, and another put a anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose. Every time I breathed the mask fogged up. But I could tell my breathing was slowing down by the amount of fog that appeared when I exhaled. But it felt like I couldn't control my breathing. That how much I inhaled and exhaled, and how often, was not my choice. My body just decided to do it. I had no say in the choice.

I could feel the blood fall down my skin and soak into the bed. I felt like I was laying in a puddle.

Though that would be nice. To lay in a puddle, the rain falling onto my face, rinsing off the dirt, and washing myself free from worry, guilt, and pain. But those thoughts quickly vanished as I was taken back to reality.

"Esme! Can you hear me?" A voice echoed through my ears.

Instead of answering I let out a loud sob, along with more tears.

"ESME!" Another voice ringed.

"It's okay, you're okay." One said.

"She's losing a lot of blood." Said another.

"Oh my god!" Yelled a girl. That one sounded familiar. Rylee. But her voice soon got washed away by the others yelling and crying in the hallway.