Redemption [Larvis]

☆°Part Seventeen°☆

In the perspective of:
...TRAVIS PHELPS...

After a couple of hours

Around the time that Sal and Lisa arrived at the hospital, I was still passed out. The nurses took me into another room to check my vitals, attaching me to an IV drip and whatnot.

That whole time I was passed out,my mind was blank. But it was like, I was somewhere else. Away from the rest of the world, and by myself.

But this has happened before. Ever since my mum left- and I know it sounds stupid but. It's like her spirit has been visiting me whenever I'm harmed.

The first time it happened was a few years ago. When dad first laid his hands on me since mums passing. Remembering it now, he didn't beat me nearly as much as he does at the moment. But I remember not being able to hold in my tears. I passed out after he left me on my bedroom floor.

At that moment, it was fresh. A new feeling and experience all together. And it was scary. My mind wasn't aligned with my body, and it felt so strange.

I couldn't see anything else except for myself. Everything else was pitch black and complete darkness. Until... She appeared.

From what I can remember, I had been wandering around. Like, my spirit, or my conciousness was able to move. And then I saw mum- or, more accurately- her ghost.

Because I was so young, and had just endured the first of many more beatings my father would give me, my mother felt like the best person to see, ghost or not. I was too young to understand how unnatural the situation was.

"Travis" Her ghost had called out for me. And I ran to her.

Somehow, I could feel her ghostly apparition body. And it was comforting. She'd talk to me, cheer me up and on to continue fighting for my life and to never lose sight of the meaning of it. But the thing was, I never knew it. I had never known the meaning of my life to begin with. So until I learned what it was, I'd live to find one. And right now. My meaning was to make sure Larry was okay.

So here in the dark room- what mum called it anyway- she appeared again. My mother's ghost here to try and console me after another episode.

"Hello Travis."

"You look concerned." She said, her worried expression being replaced with a more confused one as she tilt her head slightly to the side.

"I am." I told her, after a long pause of silence once I'd adjusted to the dark.

"Before, you would always look frightened. In pain. Sorrow. Never before, have you looked worried, as if for another."

"Why is that Travis? Have you.. Met someone? " I flinched when her tone changed to be more teasing.

She and I both knew I could only see her if I lost consciousness, usually I'd pass out after father beat me, or like now, if I had a panic attack. I guess at some point, we both knew that asking "Are you okay?", wasn't much help. So she'd try to strike up a conversation instead, as if we were meeting like two alive members of a family after a long time apart.

But I'd never thought of what it would be like if I had to confess to my mums ghost that I was- that I was dating a guy-.

"Um... It's complicated." I told her.

"Travis. I'm your mother. There's nothing you could tell me that could push me any further away from you. I mean, I'm dead for Pete's sake. What could I do anyway?" She insisted.

"I know mum. It's just- Hah.. I don't know." I sighed.

Her ghost moved towards me, cupping my cheek in her hand as she moved my head to face her.