Irrational

Awoken

I woke up; bright, florescent lights were shining in my sensitive eyes. I couldn’t remember anything at first, then it all crashed down on me. My father. All of the electricity. Pain. So much pain.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” A woman said, bustling into my room with a clipboard.

“Wha-“ My voice cracked and I coughed, “What happened to me?”

“Well dear, I’ll let the doctor address that for you.” The woman replied and turned on her heel just as a man walked into the room.

“Thalia Lockwood, I’m your doctor Miles Tobias.” The man announced briskly, “You, my dear, are very lucky to be alive.”

I was confused, “I’m lucky to be alive?”

“Yes, you received a high amount of electrical charge to your body in eight places. The one over your heart was the one that almost killed you though.”

I shuddered, remembering my father pressing the cold wires onto my chest, right above my heart.

“Now, can you please tell me how this happened?” The doctor asked me.

“Wait, what day is it? How long was I unconscious?” I demanded, my eyes flitting around the room, darting from the window, to the small sink, then to the door.

“You were unconscious for 2 weeks; you almost slipped into a coma twice. It’s reaping day.” The doctor said.

“Oh,” Was all I could think to say. If it was reaping day, that would mean that everyone would be required to be there, including me.

“Thalia, could you tell me how you received such high voltage shocks simultaneously?” Dr. Tobias asked me.

I nodded, “My father, Ken Lockwood, he hooked me up to a machine with wires and then shocked me.”

Dr. Tobias just looked at me like I’d sprouted a second head. “But Ken Lockwood is a good man; he wouldn’t do something like that.”

“If you don’t believe me that’s fine. I’ll probably never be seeing you again anyways.” I shouted at him, then I stormed out of the room, and out of the hospital.

The cold, fresh air nipped at my skin. I stopped and looked down at my hand, my right index finger was a faint blistery pink, an explosion shaped mark was engraved into my skin. I quickly looked at my chest, the same burns were there as well. My father had left me with the permanent reminder that he had almost killed me.

I weakly walked to my house, thankfully my father was out on a call so he wasn’t home, but he would be at the reaping. I walked into the kitchen and my mother gasped.

“Thalia, what happened to you?” She demanded, she rushed over to me, examining the slightly blistered skin.

“I was gone for two weeks and you didn’t bother to find out what happened to me?” I screamed, backing away from my mother.

“Honey, it wasn’t like that-“ My mother started.

“No. I think that it was exactly like that.” I shouted at him, my hands clenched into fists. I whirled around and punched the wall.

“Thalia Rose Lockwood. What the hell do you think you are doing?” My mother cried. I removed my hand slowly from the wall.

“I could never trust you or dad for anything!” I realized, “You’ve been in on this the entire time, haven’t you?”

I waited for my mother to object, to scream at me that I was wrong, to reassure me that she would never do anything to hurt me.

The silence grew, expanding uncomfortably, “Damn it mom!” I screamed and bolted out of the kitchen, into my room.

I threw myself down on my bed and buried my head in my pillow. I vowed at the moment that I would never be so foolish as to trust someone ever again.