Tears Of The Devil (ON HOLD)

SEVEN

TEARS
OF
THE DEVIL

•••

I loved driving with Charlie.

I mean we had been doing it before it was even legal for us. Correction, him.

I still don't have my license.

Charlie's passenger seat was a second home to me. My name which was engraved and embossed on both the car's exterior and interior was only the final touches of the tales this car held for us.

Today, we added another.

Charlie had pretty much mastered the talent of driving almost completely one handed. He kept one on the wheel and the other holding my hand, stroking small circles with his thumb onto the back of my hand.

I think it was more soothing for him than it was for me. Ever since I told him I'm pregnant, he hasn't entirely been the same.

He's became even more doting than before. Which until now I didn't even know was possible, I mean I'm not complaining but I really wanted to know what he thinking. I know he said he supports me in whatever decision I make and I know he meant it but that felt like a cop out. This doesn't feel like a decision that you can palm off onto one person to make. Its life changing. It's not like we're picking a colour to paint the walls that could be easily painted over if we made the wrong choice. Its a literal human being.

Despite being on our way to make life changing, world altering decisions, Charlie was asking me what i'd like for lunch.

"We could stop by that bagel shop near campus? Charlie asked whilst changing gear on his car.

I hummed at this, still thinking, expecting Charlie to offer more options.

But he didn't get the option too, Charlie opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. All that could be heard was the shattering of glass and my own screams as my body jerked sideways.

The ringing in my ears faded to nothingness as my vision got blurrier and my eyes felt heavier by the second.

•••

I didn't really care for hospitals, they didn't phase me.

But waking up in one when you have next to no recollection of the events that led up to this, was a pretty terrifying moment.

"Nyx, sweetie, you're awake" my mom cooed, sweeping some hair from my forehead and tucking it behind my ear.

Im glad she did, I'm pretty positive that tickling hair was the only reason I woke up from my coma like state.

I tightly shut my eyes, the blinding white hospital lights felt as though they were burning a hole through my corneas.

"Someone turn off the lights" I beg, my voice croaky and my throat dry.

Soon after, the hospital room dropped darker, the only light illuminating the room coming from the hallway since the door was held open by a door stop.

"How are you feeling?" Mom asked, taking a seat in the open chair next to me.

"Where's Charlie?" I uttered, pushing my body to sit upwards so I could drink the cup of water she left on my side table. Every inch I moved felt like a complete battle.

Mom ignored my question, shaking her head, "The doctor will be in in a second, I've let the others know you're awake too"

Others?