Light Angel

Chapter IV: What I've Done to Myself

    The energy absorption brings me back to my physical self. I open my eyes to see myself on a hospital bed. There are monitors hooked up to me. Machines add more to the mundane colors of the wall. The tube inside my throat is preventing me from talking. They didn't bother putting a sedative to ease the pain, thinking I wouldn't wake up at all. My body goes into a wave of great pain and numbness the next. Every time the pain hits, I let out a groan in distress. I am also trying to get the doctors' attention.

Ten minutes went by before a nurse came in and she noticed I was awake. She gasps and her hands slam against her mouth. My eyes went down and up back to her, silently gesturing for her to remove the tube down my throat because I can breathe just fine. She calls in a doctor before removing the tube from my throat.

"How are you feeling?" The doctor asks me.

"In pain on and off," I croak. My voice is hoarse.

I still remember what happened right before I was knocked out. I then ask, "Where's my mother?"

"She's alive...She got out of the hospital a few weeks ago with severely fractured arms and legs. They both barely visit you though."

I sigh in relief that mom is okay, but more confused about why my parents rarely visit me. What did I do?

"How long have I been out?" I ask.

"More than a month," the doctor states.

Pretending that I don't remember what caused me to go into a coma for a month, I ask again, "What happened to me?"

"Your house exploded into flames. The investigators found that there was something wrong with the gas pipes inside your house, causing them to combust. Both you and your mom were injured. Your dad was fine," she explains.

That's when I realized that Markus has the ability to manipulate reality with other people. What we see is different from what others see or people don't see what's going on that is outside his radius. It sounds pretty messed up, leaving you to suffer alone. I know not to say that to the doctors and the nurses in the room, otherwise, I would've sounded delirious.

Another wave of ache radiates around my body like an explosion. I grunt and hunch over. "Inform my mom, anyway, tell her I am awake," I say weakly.

The doctor administers a painkiller. He didn't want to put too much on me just in case I fell back into a coma again. The thought of catching up with my schoolwork also put me on the edge. Absences screw you over. The pain is now bearable. Two hours elapsed before my parents showed up. The hospital is only a couple of minutes away! I understand that mom remains in the house and all, but why would she delay more hours when it comes to visiting her daughter in the hospital? I can give a pardon to my dad for working at the church, but would've he put his family first? I will give them the benefit of the doubt because traffic can be a pain and the house exploded. They must've moved elsewhere.

My parents enter the room and there is this awkward silence. So much silence that I wonder what the hell is going on with them.

"Hi, mom!" I say with a fake smile. That smile disappears when I ask, "What's with the silence? Aren't you happy to see me awake?"

"You are leaving this house," mother abruptly says, which leaves me stunned.

"What for?"

"Apparently, the protection of going to George's house wasn't enough," mom adds in, "You should've been more careful."

"What the hell?!" I yell upset. "Where would I live?!"

"Maybe one of your friends will bring you in," mother answers coldly,