Uncontrollable Feeling

Chapter 45

Kristal Anderson

Everyone makes mistakes.

Even God, or whoever was responsible for deciding the faith of humans in the afterlife.

Or maybe hell wasn't nearly as red as I thought it would be because a strong bright light filled my vision disorienting me when I opened my eyes again after being surrounded by darkness for so long.

I had to shut my eyes to welcome the darkness once again, taking comfort in its embrace before I decided to try again. This time, I pulled my eyelids apart much slower, allowing the bright light to simmer in gradually.

It took a few blinks for my vision to finally clear and allow me to glimpse into my surroundings, my senses slowly coming back to me, making me whole again. The white ceiling came into view first then the surrounding white walls, then the slow beeping that sounded so distant at first felt closer and closer.

When I tried to move my neck in hopes of getting a new angle of my surroundings, something that would give me any hint of where I was or how I had gotten here. Everything in my mind felt hazy like a dark cloud was looming over my thoughts and memories. My neck stayed stagnant in its position and my first thought was that I'd lost control over my body. Before the panic could set in, the rational part of my brain finally decided to wake up from its deep nap making me realise that a brace restrained my neck.

I could barely feel the rest of my body; for all I knew, I was a floating head. So, to test that theory, I found myself manually telling my brain to move my left hand. The movement felt faint at first, but soon, I could feel myself slowly squeezing my hand into a fist. Squeezing my right hand was a different story; something restrained me from squeezing it into a fist.

My first thought was that I'd broken my hand as well until I felt said restraint squeeze my hand back. Some shuffling followed before a tall frame loomed over me, with the light shining behind him it took my eyes a second or two to adjust and for his sleepy face to come into view.

Aiden. He was here. He was right here with me.

He looked down at me, a smile of relief plastered on his pretty face, his eyes grew glossy with tears that he swallowed back before he finally spoke, "You're awake" That's when I felt another squeeze to my right hand, it was him. He was holding my hand, waiting for me to wake up.

My body coordination was coming back to me but slowly, way too slow for my liking because all I wanted to do at that moment was throw my arms around that beautiful man and never, ever let him go. My lips parted and after some visible struggle I finally uttered my first word, "Aiden"

He visibly relaxed like he wasn't expecting me to recognise him as if I would forget that pretty face of his. He lifted my hand into his soft gentle grip and brought it up to his lips, placing soft kisses on the back of my hand, "It's me, baby. Fuck, you scared the shit out of me, I-I thought I was gonna lose you"

My blinks were still slow, my body clearly not fully functioning how it was supposed to but I managed to curl my lips up into a weak smile, "I'm here" The words formed a lot easier now.

He let out a short chuckle leaning in to rest a soft peck on my lips, "You're here," He said, his lips still brushing mine before he pulled back standing up straight again, "when..." He paused, squeezing my hand, "When I saw you lying there on that floor, unconscious my whole fucking world collapsed"

And just like that, time stood still those words triggered all the events that led me here, the memories flooded my senses all at once. How I got here, it all came rushing back.

Aunt Jenna.

Robert Vasilakis.

My father's letters.