Sight

Fifteen.

My dreams were twisted and incomprehensible, but comprehensible enough for me to wake up gasping and an uncontrollable searing and blinding pain resonating from my head.

My neck was damp with sweat and the bandage around my head felt wet, my eyes were wild and my state was frenzied. Mother was in the same position she was in when we drifted to sleep. Her eyes were closed, her long dark lashes casting spidery shadows upon the tilt of her heightened cheekbones, and she looked so at peace and so vulnerable, nothing worrying her, the constant wrinkles and stress lines on her forehead and creases around the corners of her mouth were rubbed out and not as prominent as they recently were.

I looked up at the ceiling and took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Heart, when I thought about my heart two boys came spinning in. I looked at the table next to me and reached out to grab my phone. Clicking the home button I saw it was now five thirty am.

I unlocked my phone, after keying in the pass lock, and went to my messages when I saw the number one next to the little green speech bubble.
It was a message from an unknown number, but upon reading the text I knew who it was: 'Hey there Jerry, I got your number from Avery. I heard what happened. Please, love, call me. -Alexander.'

My heart skipped a beat and instantly I responded, not caring I was around six hours late: 'Alexander, I'm alright, but I need to see you. I'm at the Oarlocks' Hospital; I would love if you came. Something's been happening, Alexander... I think there's something truly wrong with me. Please, come. -Maria.'

After quickly typing in the message with desperation running through me, my finger hovered over the send button. Should I truly beg for him around me? For his presence?

Knowing my state at the moment, knowing I was lost and screaming and hoping for things to be alright, hoping for me not to lose myself to the cruelty of my mind, I knew he could comfort me, I knew I needed him.

With those strong thoughts in my head, I hit send.

AVERY.

After leaving Ria at her hospital bed, incapable of helping her, I left with a throbbing heart and anger running through me.

It was now Monday, Monday morning and I wandered these halls like a lifeless body, hoping for everything in my world to shift back onto its axis. I was spinning out of control, my feet swinging and my hands trying to hold on to that around me, but the drift was too strong and I was always thrown through these darker and darker dimensions unable to get a hold of myself, and so anger clouded me, making me all the more irrational.

I walked through the hallways and realized the people around me speaking in loud, surprised murmurs, and then I saw a girl slouched against a locker, her hands on her face and her shoulders shaking, girls and a few boys stood with tears in their eyes, looking from one another, talking about the issues at hand.

I was confused, I understood the weekend had passed, but this seemed grave.

I walked up to Lillian, a friend of mine with such a look of depravity, it broke my heart, "Lil, Lillian, what the hell is going on?"

Lillian looked into my eyes, her dark cat eyes glistening as tears brimmed and filled them, "She's dead." She whimpered and my heart sky rocketed.

"Who? What's going on?" I took her by her shoulders. She couldn't hold herself together so I tried to for her.

"Christine." My heart broke even more when I didn't even know who she was.

I shook my head and Lillian whimpered, "Go, look." Her eyes were wiped with grief, but she also looked at me with anger and even a little disgust.