The Perfect Witness

Blue-Eyed Boy

The potent stench of bleach and latex invaded my nostrils like soldiers on a battlefield.

My eyes were overwhelmed by a blazing white light seeping into the cracks of my closed eyelids.

My body felt weary and heavy as I took in the warmth of the blanket that bundled my achy limbs.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, frightfully peering around the room.

Where the hell am I?

As the blinding lights dulled, I cautiously surveyed my surroundings.

I'm in a hospital.

The monotone white walls stared blankly at me as I took in the blurry monitors indicating I was still alive.

An IV tube had been prodded deep into a thick vein in my arm, the mundane pinch numb compared to the pain in my head and chest.

Confusion and fear flooded my mind, my memories a foggy void.

I want out.

I don't care if I'm hurt; I want out.

I wrenched at the IV tube, the torment of ripping it out of my arm bringing tears to my eyes. I yanked the monitor pads off my icy chest and index finger.

Dread clouded my mind as I crept towards the door, warm blood trickling down my arm and spotting the now blemished floor.

I tore towards the door, vigorously throwing it open into the unknown.

Two well-built men wearing an intimidating amount of weaponry sat in dinky, scarlet-colored chairs outside the room.

"Ivy! Hey, slow down!" One of the men, with olive-green eyes, cooed, straining to stand up.

His counterpart gawked at my blood-stained arm while hurried nurses scurried over to my side. Quickly, they shoved me back into my room, back into the safety of their hands.

Commotion of doctors and frantic nurses invaded my space as they tried to restick me with an IV. I watched as their mouths moved but no sound followed.

Scared, I let out an ear-piercing scream, startling everyone in the room.

The nurses trying to poke and prod at me stepped back and gawked as if I was insane.

I'm not crazy; I'm just scared.

My chest rose and fell hard as I burst into tears, not sure how to feel.

"Go get Vincent," a freckled-faced nurse uttered to another.

The woman nodded her head in acknowledgment and scurried out of the hectic room.

Just as I was thinking to myself, "Who's Vincent" a tall, muscular man strolled into the room, and I can only assume he was this Vincent.

I gaped up at him with a blank stare, causing him to tilt his head in confusion and turn to the nurses.

"Does she not know who I am?" he asked dejectedly.

"She is under many drugs for pain plus has a severe concussion. I highly doubt she even knows who she is." The nurse's voice was monotone, almost as if she rehearsed those lines.

The Vincent boy approached me, and I instinctively pushed myself backward on the soft blanket like a cowering animal.

"Ivy...I won't hurt you..." His tone was tranquil as he tried to approach me again.

This time, I let him touch me, his hand warm against my frigid body.

"Ivy," he whispered. The man must have caught onto my confusion and softly asked, "What were you thinking about?" He lightly sat down next to me, staring at me with his baby blue-eyes.

Blue eyes, why do blue eyes seem so familiar?

Blue eyes... blue eyes.

Bird masks.

What?

A bird mask?

My eyes darted around the room as I'm encased in my own world of scattered thoughts.

Cody... Cody.

"Cody!" I screamed, frightening myself.

I looked at the man, panic-stricken, "Cody, Cody, what did he do to me?"

"You mean Cody from the football team? My teammate?" Vincent studied my perplexed face.

"Football team? No, he hurt me!" Bewilderment settled low in my pained chest.

"No, he was at the football game, Ivy..." His soft tone hardened as his voice trailed off.

The man stared at me, confused, making my chest shake with fury.

"No, he hurt me. He wasn't at a football game."

"Ivy I─"

I cut him off mid-sentence. "Stop!" I bellowed.

My head hurt as nightmare-fueled memories rushed in.

I was on a couch at someone's house with a group of people.

No, they were in chairs, and they looked scared.

Why were they scared?

My vision blurred as I stared at the tiles on the floor, racking my brain for forgotten memories.

A hand gripped my arm, and I flinched.

It was the blue-eyed boy.

His touch was so tender.

"You need some rest, okay? Your mom just got in from Switzerland and was in the cafeteria. So when she comes back we can talk about everything, I promise." He took my hands into his.

His hands perfectly encased mine, sending a familiar sensation of protection throughout my body.

"Okay," I mustered, lying my head down on the plush hospital pillow.Don't forget to drop a follow and a vote!! Leave some comments as well! Have a good day my loves! 

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