Silent Intentions

Chapter 3

By the end of the note I was in a full blown silent sob fit. My anxiety was higher than ever and I was just thinking about how horrible this person was. They were going to blackmail me. That's how they planned on playing the game. The note was a mystery that was telling me that I had to destroy someone in order to keep from being destroyed. I mean you think about it, I don't really have to like kill someone. So maybe it is the right thing to do? Nope. But I have to, if I don't I would be stabbing Chelsea in the back. Not to mention the tiny pieces that she will most likely be chopped up into. Suddenly I just had a wave of every type of fear and pain. Then panic rolled in. Oh my god what's happening? I was having a massive panic attack. I started gasping for air and yelping. The room was really fuzzy and a shadow of darkness started to blend in with the fuzz. Finally it went completely black and I felt the ground.

"Sky, oh my god, are you okay? You aren't dead; no you can't be. But what if you are? No!"

I was hearing everything and knew that Chelsea was shaking the crap out of me. "Chelsea" I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes. "You're alive" Chelsea wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me in an air restricting hug. "Chelsea you're hurting me" I groaned. She gasped a bit and loosened up. "Dude I think my arm is um, like broken." She cocked her head to the side with a worried expression. "How do you know?" "I know because it hurts like hell" I stated a bit more stern. I was waking up and the pain was too. "Oh my god, are you serious?!" she flipped out. "Yes, now help me to the front office." Nodding and helping me up, she took me to the office.

"Oh dear; Sky, darling are you okay" the receptionist looked up and franticly brought me to the back. I just groaned and Chelsea took over. "Her arm is broken, um I think. I'm not a doctor so I can't really make a final diagnosis. But you know, maybe it's a good idea to take her to the hospital" Chelsea was panicking in her own little way. "Okay, let me check her out under my name and I can drive you to the hospital myself since it's just a broken arm." The nurse had me checked out and in her car on the way to the hospital within ten minutes.

At the hospital, Chelsea sat in the waiting room while I got my cast. I was getting lavender colored one. I was so excited about being out of the facility, even though I had a five hour drive back. Yes, the hospital was five hours away from the facility. Everything was five hours away from the facility. That's why we had life flight get Michael.

I walked out of the tall hospital and Chelsea was the first person to write her name on my cast with a gold sharpie while we waited for the nurse in the car. I think her and Cheyanne were the only ones who would let two patients walk to the car by themselves. "Let's go back" the receptionist said opening the car door and hoping in. After she did all that was needed to be done at the hospital, she took us back to the facility, where I was asleep in as soon as I hit my bed. Not expecting to wake up to any surprises.

I woke up and got ready for the day. It was a lot easier than it looked to get ready with a cast. After putting my hair in a ponytail, which was probably the most and only challenging thing for me, I went down the hall for breakfast. When I was at the breakfast table, there were several people signing my cast and writing little notes and stuff all over it. It had little hearts and stars scattered everywhere. 'Get well soon' and 'hope you get better' were written all over the cast. Wow, does anyone have any creativity? At least they wrote it in different colors. There was one huge problem though. I wish I would have paid more attention though, because when I got back to my room and read them I was horrified by a long note that had been written out on my cast.

Dear Sky,
Thanks to you passing out, I wasn't able to do the job that was needed to do, but lucky you, he hasn't woken up yet. Anyways at 3:30 p.m. you should realize that your beloved cousin Paris will be coming into your room to check on you. You will have to crush her soul and make her the most destroyed that she has ever been to save Chelsea. I don't feel like writing anymore since there is a line of mentally dysfunctional people behind me.
Love,
Your secret admirer