Save Me

CHAPTER 14: LOST CONNECTION

Twen's POV

After Rita had left the room, another woman walked in a few minutes later. I tensed up when she did as I didn't know who she was, and she felt scary. I could tell she wasn't an Alpha, but she still gave off the same feeling for some reason. That feeling of intimidation, feeling small, choking in their presence, and unable to breathe because of how scared they make you feel. A feeling that they could quickly kill you if they wanted.

This woman was the complete opposite of Rita and Zero; she was twice their size, she had big arms and legs, and she looked angry.

After walking inside, she looked at me, and I could hear her click her tongue. It was a sound I often heard in the bad place. Specifically when Michael's rogues had to check on me when Jamie couldn't. She walked towards me, almost stomping; she was carrying a tray with food.

When she reached the bedside, she threw the tray on the table next to the bed. The loud noise of the tray and the woman herself made me jump and push myself away from her.

She turned back around and walked towards the door. When she exited the room, before fully closing the door, I made out a word she mumbled to herself; she had said: "babysit." I don't understand what the word means, but I know it made her angry; maybe she was mad that a baby was sitting, or perhaps she thought I sat on a baby, which I have never done and would never do.

I moved my eyes from the door to the food that was now spilled over on the tray. This was the first time I had seen food since I left the bad place. My stomach began to growl, and I felt pain in my stomach.

I took a breath, letting the smell of the food fill my nose; it was the best-smelling food I had ever smelled. I looked at the food and saw yellow stuff clumped together and small brown things. I had never seen this kind of food before; I always thought the only type of food that existed was the pale gooey stuff given to us at the bad place.

I could feel the pain in my stomach increase, begging me to eat so this pain can go away. I don't know if the food will be good, but something that smells so great must be. My body doesn't hurt anymore after Rita put what she called "morphine" into the bag that hangs next to the bed.

Therefore, it's not painful when I sit myself up or reach for the food tray and place it on my lap. I grab some of the yellow clumps that had fallen onto the tray and one of the brown things and put them back onto the plate.

I pick up one of the brown things and bring it to my mouth. I smell the food which causes me to gulp because of how good it smells, and then I take a bite. I can't describe it, but it's so good; I shove the rest of the brown thing into my mouth and quickly munch, letting the juices engulf my taste buds. My eyes widened in surprise; this was the best thing I had ever tasted.

Next, I pick up a clump of the yellow stuff and shove it in my mouth. It's just as good as the brown things and mixes well together. I shove the food into my mouth with desperation, and then tears fall down my cheeks.

My mouth is full of food, but I can't swallow because of the lump in my throat. I munch slowly and swallow what I can until all the food in my mouth has gone. I quietly cry to myself and wipe the continuous tears from my cheeks.

I never thought that I would be able to eat something this delicious or sleep on something so soft and comfortable, a nice change from the cold hard ground. I feel a sharp pain in my heart knowing that Jamie will never be able to experience such amazing food or sleep on a bed, especially when he often talked about sleeping on one.

It's not fair.

I feel bad because of this and many things. Even though Jamie is dead, everyone else in the bad place is still suffering, and here I am, eating and sleeping comfortably.