FnF Soft: Undying

Lovewreck

A light, radiant, yet not blinding. Like a sun in the room. Shining across and off the reflective, pale white tiles that lined the walls and flooring. Sterile. One exit to this room. A single, wooden door, it's colour the same white that coated the walls and flooring. It's handle an outlier, with a glint of silver as the light bent and bounced around and off it respectively. Half empty, the room was. Standing at the dead end, several legs for furniture, a small dresser, and a hospital bed. Several other appliances strapped into it, keeping the patient stable. Somehow.

The bed was standard, strong and sturdy. It's bedding lined with fabric for a comfortable fit. It's blankets woven to preform the same task. A small chroma of flowers dotted the dresser beside it, all in bloom. Was there hope for this soul?.

The only sound that filled the room was the rare blip of the heart monitor. One second, two second, three, four, and a beep. The patient's heart still pounded. If slowly, somehow it survived. The patient laid in the bed. Ben's body. His hat missing, his shirt absent. Replaced with patient attire. Across his body laid wounds many would consider fatal. His arm appeared fixed, but wounds suggest it was twisted several times around. Two fingers missing from his left hand, one from his right. His torso displaying several tear wounds, some going bone deep. The boy's eyes stayed closed, his mouth torn, no lips to protect it. Small pieces of skull visible from his forehead. 

From what was left of his mouth, a breathing mask was placed, allowing him to still maintain airflow. The body was clean of blood. Work has been done before. Wounds mounted so much he should be dead. His body remained motionless, his breathing nonexistent..yet his heart lives, and so does he.

Aside from the patterned sounds of the heart monitor, the room was dead silent. No breaths, no footsteps. Empty noise in a room. One single motion cuts the silence like the sun at dawn.  A click, a creak, the twisting of metal, and the whining of metallic hinges. As the frail, wooden door slowly swung itself open. Allowing one soul to enter. Followed soon by the faint creaks of the door closing shut behind.

The one that entered was someone Ben knew ever since he was but a child. With pale skin and a light brown hair, a pink bow keeping the cascading threads in a ponytail. The ribbon itself finely tied and nicely placed. Sturdy. Her pitch black eyes leaking guilt, confusion, sadness and even the slightest hint of anger. Tears slipping from under her eyelashes and fading fast. Her shoulders remained uncovered, while the faintest sight of a black, skintight undersuit was seen. However mostly covered by a large, thick and pink sweater that appeared just a bit too big for her to wear. Or perhaps it was a style choice, She never really specified. The sweater also covering under her waist. Leaving her legs bare and her boots covering what's left. Grace Dearest was her name. Although she always looked forward to her becoming Grace Fairest. As if that would happen soon however, with Ben in his current state. 

In her arms she held a small, glass pot, it's insides half filled with water and the cut heads of freshly bloomed flowers. The bloom a pastel and soft shade of blue, purple and red. As though it was a symbol of two people. And they were barely disturbed as Grace gently placed the flowers on the table next to Benji. Hoping they will be a welcome sight when he recovers. Before her soft, if somewhat shaken voice spoke up.

"There. I...I hope these will help Ben...even if only slightly"

Her mouth became that of a faint little smile. As she took a seat to continue talking to her comatose friend. Although she was sure he couldn't hear her. She still wanted to. Her arm reached across, gently wrapping her fingers around Ben's barely warm and incomplete hand. 

"It's been two weeks of you like this. I'm still glad that you are alive...somehow. The doctors told us your wounds should have at least have you bleed out. But here you are...Barely breathing and missing parts of you but...."

Grace found herself trailing off. She had to admit even she doesn't know how or why Ben is alive. Being someone so shut in, Ben was the only real close friend to her. They played and sang together for a very long time. But suddenly Ben stopped and was with a criminal for so long. She still remembers herself breaking down by that train station.

"Was that man someone you loved Ben? That..thug?"

She asked herself, struggling to think about it. She thought about that week, that day. That day where nothing in her life made sense before that very moment. 

"Why trust him? Was he really so good too you? Or were your parents.."

Grace thought to herself, her finger rubbing Ben's palm as if to sooth him. 

"He was a shooter, a vandal. But...why would you listen to him and jump off a car?!"

Grace forced her voice to not shout. Ben wasn't stupid, Why take such a deadly jump? It got Pico killed, and it almost got him killed for that matter. How can he have such trust in a criminal that was no longer here, that he would stare death in the face to trust him? Stare death in the face for what?

"....To...Escape his mother?"

Grace pondered to herself, She knew Marylyn was on that car. Why they were on top of the thing is another matter in it's own right but it didn't matter right now. 

"What could she have done to have you rather jump towards your own death?"

Grace's hand slowly slipped away from Ben's, her fingers opening as she was now lost in her own head. There was something being hidden, More hidden then she already damn well knew. Maybe Pico wasn't so bad. Maybe this loss would matter...Maybe.

She find's her thoughts cut, halted by a feeling. A heavy chill that fell from the top to the bottom of her spine. As though she felt something phase right through her. Like a breeze or a brainfreeze. It wasn't a pleasant feeling she knew that much. 

That was only followed up by an instinct. Her head turned and turned with her body. There were no windows, The door was closed. But Grace still felt something, Like something was watching her. Watching her with...something in their eyes. Her eyes went from confused, to slight worry. This wasn't a feeling she was used too. It was an unknown. 

She had her hand slowly wrap itself around Ben's again. As she took deep breaths to remove the feeling. Only to quickly feel a stinging, blunt strike on the back of her hand. She jerked her hand back and looked. But no visible marks on her hand and there was nothing on the bed besides Benji himself. 

"...I...Is somebody here?"

Grace tried to call out. Her voice bouncing across the room. While she did get a response, it wasn't one she expected, nor one she wanted at the moment.

Her head turned around, Only to see something that shouldn't make any sense. The wall above's Ben's bed, A single large chunk has been painted over, a heavy but pastel black underlay. Revealing the rest. In a sickly, bright green, a single word was stained on the wall. "Leave". The message appeared to be spraypainted, even freshly made by a street artist even if it would only take, at most, a couple of minutes. But Grace never noticed anyone else, let alone the sounds of spraypaint. 

"L...leave?...But..Ben is here. Leaving him alone would-"

Grace's voice was cut short by another cold feeling down her spine. Shivering her body from head to toe. It didn't take long to dawn on her. Whatever else was here, She was not welcome. Even if only one word was ever shown to her.

Her head turned back to Benji. And then she noticed. He was..moving. Moving in short jerks and jitters, As though he was a scared boy in a nightmare. Was he scared by her presence? or something else? She couldn't tell.

Grace stared at the message on the wall for what felt like an hour. Overly sheltered as she was, she never saw such a thing. But she knew the message. Placing one hand in the edge of Ben's bed

"I'm sorry Benjamin, I'm sorry for your loss...I'm sorry for not believing you, and I'm sorry for holding you back...If you ever do wake up. I'll let you choose if you want to see me...I'm sorry Benji...Please, Get well soon"

With her words spoken, her guilt now gone but still present. She turned herself around, and cranked the doorhandle, Slowly but surely opened the door. Her head turns to see the message gone, And she felt tears slipping down her eyes and dripping onto the floor beneath her. As she exits stage center. 

"What did his parents do to him?"

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Ooooook! i am so sorry for this REALLY long wait. Motivation is fickle with me. BUT hopefully its nice to see this continued. I hope you enjoy