I blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights, my eyes struggling to focus. A sterile, antiseptic smell filled my nostrils, and the beeping of monitors echoed in my ears. I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, like I was sinking into the bed. Confusion wrapped around me like a thick fog.
Where was I? The last thing I remembered was the overwhelming darkness swallowing me whole. My throat was dry and raw, every breath a painful reminder of my fragility. I turned my head slightly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my temples.
The room swam in and out of focus, white walls and indistinct figures blending together. Panic fluttered in my chest as I tried to piece together the fragments of my memory. An IV tugged at my arm, and I realized with a sinking dread that I was in a hospital. Why was I here? Slowly, it began to come back—the overdose, the pills, the suffocating despair.
Penn was the first person I noticed. She was knocked out on the chair closest to my bed. My adoptive parents then came into view alongside Ahna. Ahna noticed me first and rushed to me, concern written all over her face.
Ahna: Elodie, You're awake!
She exclaimed excitedly, which in turn stirred Penn. Penn immediately lunged to me, engulfing me into a hug.
Penn: Thank God you're okay
Elodie: Did I overdose?
Ahna nodded, disappointment creeping up on her features
Helen: I can't believe you, Elodie. Sneaking around and doing drugs?
Carlos: Don't be mad at her, my dear. It's that boy she's around, That dreaded senator's son. I told you he was a bad influence
Elodie: Where is he?
I ask Penn, holding onto her hand
Penn: Haven't seen him since you were first brought in
Elodie: How long have I been out?
Penn: Just a couple of hours
I sit up from the bed while trying to rip off the IV stuck to me. Ahna rushed to me, placing a hand on mine.
Elodie: What Ahna? I'm fine
I snapped
Ahna: That decision's up to the doctor, Elodie
Elodie: I need to go see Daniel
He's maybe so disappointed that I couldn't handle it. I probably look so ungrateful. Those pills were his gifts to me.
Ahna: You need to focus on your health right now
Elodie: I told you I'm fine. Get the fuck off of me
Helen: Elodie, watch your mouth
Elodie: Penn?
I look to her for help, but she just shrugs
Penn: If he wanted to see you, he'd be here
Elodie: He's busy and he's probably expecting me to go to him
Ahna: The ones who love you are here. He doesn't love you
Elodie: Shut up Ahna
Ahna: He's a bad influence on you Elodie. You need to realize that. If he loved you, he wouldn't have given you all those drugs
Elodie: They were gifts
I defend, feeling my brain swirl and tick with each word that leaves her disgusting mouth.
Carlos: That boy does not love you, Elodie
Elodie: no, no, no, NO! NO! NO! NO!
The walls of the hospital room blurred into an oppressive, suffocating haze as the words settled over me like a death shroud. My chest tightened, breaths coming in ragged, shallow gasps, as if the air itself had turned against me. I felt an intense, crushing pressure in my skull, as if it might burst.
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Through The Abyss
Любовные романыElodie's life has been marked by trauma, abuse, and silence. From the devastating loss of her mother to the exploitation by her father and later her boyfriend Daniel, Elodie has learned to navigate the darkness by numbing herself with drugs and self...
