Seeing Blind (Rough Draft)

Chapter Nineteen

 Avery was on the ground, barely conscious. She wasn't dead--yet--but was she even alive? She could instantly hear things around her but they were fuzzy, just like her eyesight, when she could muster the strength to open them.

"What did you do to her? You all belong behind bars!"

Who is that? The voice sounds oddly familiar, Avery thought. She couldn't move her body, could only see blurs around her, how was she supposed to let the voice know that she could still hear? That she was still alive, at least, she thought she was?

"Stop it, Ambrose! You'll kill him!"

Ambrose? All Avery could see was dead grass, though she couldn't move her head that much.

"Dude, let's get out of here!"

"We didn't mean to go this far! It was all Ben's idea! He's the psychopath!"

"Ambrose don't sink to their level! Got off him, son! Go to Avery, now!"

A sigh. Running footsteps. "Avery! Avery, can you hear me? Can you get up? Oh my God look at your neck!"

She couldn't do any of that.

"Can you breathe?"

Barely. Her cheeks were slapped lightly and she was shaken yet she couldn't lift the fog that clouded her head. She tried opening her eyes again, tried to move her fingers, toes, etc, but nothing worked.

"Avery, please, please wake up."

She wanted to, she really did want to. I hear you, Ambrose, she thought. You came to me.

"Open your eyes, Princess, please open your eyes."

I'm trying Ambrose, I'm trying. But the darkness was pulling in faster and faster and in the back of Avery's mind, she wondered if she should let it, take her away from this pain.

"Avery, open your eyes right now! Show me some sign that you are still alive."

How? How could she show him? Opening her eyes, of course. If only she could! If only...if only she wasn't doubting if those boys were right about her. She knew what her faults were but did that mean that she had to be choked, or possibly die?

She didn't know. If she left this world who would miss her, besides her father? Her mother wouldn't, she checked out of town two and a half months ago. Her friends didn't want to be bothered with her anymore because of her new address and she hasn't made any friends here. Could she even call Ambrose a friend? What? And what about Tamar? What was she to Avery?

Hostile.

Who would miss her?

"Come back to me Avery, please."

Come back to me...She needed to come back, for him. For them, for what could be.

Avery opened her eyes, blinked away the fuzziness, and stared up at Ambros's shaking form.

"Oh my God, Avery you're awake. Thank God." He physically deflated, a smile on his face.

She still couldn't talk, it hurt to breathe and she still didn't have control of her body. Ambrose, she noticed, was still in his hospital gown. Nice outfit, she thought. Avery touched her throat and rubbed the bruise that she was sure was covering her whole neck.

"Are you okay? Can you talk?" Ambrose held her head between his hands, running his fingers through her hair.

She shook her head.