Just Listen

Chapter 49

Uncanny's POV

"Mom...mommy..." a frail voice rang in my ear. I was in a deep sleep that felt like a trance. She sounded so sad; could it be?

In my thoughts, there were flashes of lightning, and I blinked back at them as the haze of confusion faded, and I could make sense of my surroundings. The center of my vision slightly cleared; eventually became the depressing hues of the walls and curtains, even though the edges of my sight swirled and flickered. My body lay cold and lifeless on the hospital bed.

A soft and gentle hand tapped on my arm. Slowly I turned my head in its direction and towards the embodiment of a little girl. All I could see were her eyes. Her entire face was blurry except for her eyes. She stared at me with so much longing. Just as I had turned to look at her, my head returned to its original state. I laid back and stared at the ceiling. Lifeless. Was I living or hurting? What was the ache in my chest, in my head? Why did her eyes look so familiar?

"Uncanny.", I heard. "Uncanny Bonnie Valley..." My ears tingled. "Uncanny Bonnie Rossi-Valley..."

Momentarily I heard my full name, and a pull into reality reeled me in. I blinked a couple of times. For some reason, it felt like I had just returned to my body, and hearing my full name seemed like an anchor for me. My chest rose and fell, my breathing. My heartbeat. The heart monitor. I slowly moved my fingers, and they obliged. I could see, I could hear, but I could not understand. I looked around and saw blurry faces of people. One of them stood next to the bed, holding something to my eyes; I saw blurry headlights. The heart monitor's beeping increased frantically, and my feet tingled. I couldn't breathe.

An indignant roar pierced my ears. People flooded the room like a swarm of bees, some holding me down to the bed. Upon my struggle, I saw the little girl shrinking away. It tore my heart somehow.

I evened my breathing, and the people who had held me down slowly loosened their grip and began to leave the room. I laid back on the bed unconsciously; I called the girl to come near. She was hesitant at first, clinging to the hem of the elderly-looking lady. She looked at her as if asking for reassurance, and the lady nodded. I slowly took in her appearance. she wore a pink dress with matching shoes and a matching bow. Blinking away my haze, she stood next to me. Her face was slowly becoming vivid.

"What's your name, little princess?" a weak, strained voice echoed in the room. It took me a while to register that it was myself. The little girl gave me a sad smile.

"You don't recognize her?" another feminine voice whispered.

"Her name is Kami-"

A ringing in my ear blocked out anything else just after that word. Images spun around my head like a merry-go-round. The pounding increased. I couldn't help but bang my head against the wall to make it stop.

"Mommy! Please stop!" the little girl yelled. My head turned in her direction like the Annabelle doll. Eyes bloodshot.

"What did you just say?" I whispered, creeping up to her from the bed. Her eyes shot open; I snapped. It was him. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!" I probably was bleeding from the head bangs, but seeing him; made me go into a frenzy.

Before I pounced on her, someone held me back. "LET ME GO! I'M GONNA KILL THAT BASTARD! HE RUINED ME! MY KAMI WOULD STILL BE ALIVE IF IT WEREN'T FOR HIM!" I thrashed about like a provoked animal going for the kill.

"But mommy, I am Kami-" she shrieked.

Without warning, my head snapped to the side. A cold hand had made contact with my left cheek; the stinging sensation was the remnants.

"Get it together! You're freaking her out! this-" she gestured to the whole situation "-is why we didn't want her coming here to see you because you are no better than before, Uncanny."

"M-mother?" my voice betrayed me. It was all becoming more vivid. I cradled my cheek as I analyzed everything, common sense returning to me. Their faces become vividly clear. My mother, father, sister, and the doctor.

"Uncanny, your daughter needs you," my sister whispered.

"I only have Kamilah, and she..." I sniffled, trying to recall the memory that made my head pound. That girl looks like him.

"Sweetie, I know it is hard, but Kami...Mallory Kamille Rossi-"

"MOTHER! SHE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE...HIM!" I wailed, defeated.

My mother gently held my hands in hers, "She is your daughter." At that moment, it was as if she was telling me it did not matter who her father was. Like some subliminal message to say I had to step up and be a parent. How could I mother a child? As broken, ruined, messed up as I was. I could not even digest looking at her anymore.

I sat back on the bed, drained; my mother held the girl in her arms. "This little miracle you see is the blood of your blood. Look at her..."

Inhaling deeply, I calmed and braced myself to face her. Her tiny face became the center of my vision. Her eyes were like her father's, pitch black, although the right one was a bit discolored. I scrutinized her and immediately regretted it. This child had a lightning scar that ran from her forehead to her right eye towards her cheek. I swallowed hard. Her features were miniature to his' An exact carbon copy. My mother noticed that I saw it because I immediately averted my eyes.

"Mallory has suffered the hot end of your outbursts. She's only five, but we could have lost her. Instead, we lost you for the past six months," her voice echoed in my head.

My mouth went dry. I found it hard to swallow. "What are you saying, mother?"

"Doctor Bertarelli..." mother called out. It was only then I realized that the doctor had never left us- he had been lurking in the shadows.

"Mrs. Rossi-" if looks could kill, "Uncanny, you have been in a comatose state for the past six months. It was only yesterday that you finally came to." The silence was deafening.

I shook my head frantically, "No, no, no. The day before yesterday...I had an accident with..." my head began to hurt as I tried to recall the memory. A sharp shooting pain grazed me with its presence when I remembered the events, "I had an accident with Kam-Kamilah..."

"Sweetie, Kamilah committed suicide six months ago, which led to you taking it out on Mallory. Everything you think happened- didn't. The state you were in created an alternate reality in your mind..."

"No! I have to remember!" I sobbed as the memories flooded my brain. I couldn't breathe, everything was moving too quickly around me, and as I inhaled, I could smell Kamilah's blood in my hands and then Mallory's. "I killed her! I killed my baby!" I glared at my hands, seeing their blood. My heart-ached to a level it was paralyzing. I could not even understand how I could have been in a coma for six months! "The blood! It stains my hands..." panicking, I gestured for them to remove it.

Mom put Mallory down and embraced me, allowing me to cry on her shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, sweetheart. I wish you had told us sooner what you were going through. I am your mother; give me your suffering."

How could I move on with this pain? Heartache. Grief. Shame. Who could listen to me?

"I hear you..." Mallory's voice echoed, The world has gone cold, but this is not the end.

To be continued...