Aftermath

Chapter 2

Isaac's P.O.V

I let out a low wince when my body hits the grass underneath my bedroom window. The fresh bruise still throbbing on my back under my white long sleeve shirt. While groaning and wincing I make my way to my bike before Dad wakes up and finds me missing. I carefully place the wrapped present in the little basket in front of my bike and start pedalling towards the hospital. I know its already past visiting hours which is why I left the window unlocked. Just in case Dad went there again to see who I was visiting. Apparently being social with a girl in a coma is a big NO. Especially a girl that he doesn't like.

My bike leans against the wall in the back of the hospital right next to Brooke's window. I slowly push it open and step through easily but wincing slightly. The first thing I do is look out the small window on the door to make sure no one is coming. Then I flip one of the lights on making the room appear dim and I sit down on a chair by Brooke's peaceful body.

Looking down at her now makes me remember the first time we met. She probably doesn't know that we've met before but I think about it all the time. Her parents were friends with my Mom and my Dad. We had met on a windy day at the park, our parents didn't really care what we were doing. I mean, we were 9. So while our parents were talking about something the two of us just happened to be at the same place at the same time. But then after Mom died the Morrell's began avoiding my father, I would've too, he got angrier after her passing. Dad talks about them sometimes, a lot more now that they're dead. He said that they got what was coming to them. I wonder what happened between them to make him hate them so much. How could someone hate Brooke? Everyone loves Brooke.

"Hey Brooke. I, uhh, would've been here earlier but I saw the Sheriff and Stiles and didn't want to intrude on you and your friends. But I guess we're friends right? Right, you can't respond, I suppose that's a good thing. His present was much bigger than the one I brought anyways, its not much, just something I found and thought you might like." I say popping off the top of the white wrapped box revealing the small gold chain. I lift it up and let the little angel twirl in the air as it dangles from the necklace.

"It was my mothers, she used to wear it every Sunday when we went to Church." I add before placing it back in the box. I keep my gaze on the angel as I continue to talk.

"Do you miss your parents? I don't know how close you were to them before they died. I was close to my Mom, and I miss her all the time. Sometimes I wonder if. . . if he did to her what he does to me, I wonder if he killed her. Do you remember how she died? She slit her wrists at the bottom of the staircase, I was the one who found her when I got home from school. They ruled it as a suicide because in one of her hands was a letter, a letter from Camden's captain. He had died in combat. But that letter was stamped the day before she died. He couldn't of killed her right?

"I wonder why they didn't bury her with the necklace, but I'm sure they just didn't want her to have any personal items on. Its pretty, isn't it?" I stand up with a shy smile and unclamp the necklace. I move her hair back and attach the necklace, it stands out from the plain hospital gown she's wearing.

"Happy birthday Brooke." I sigh before sitting back down again. Maybe she can hear me. . . maybe she's sitting next to me touching my shoulder and trying to talk to me. Or maybe she can't, and she's slowly getting closer to death. What if I show up tomorrow and Brooke's dead? What if. . .

My eyes avert to the window and I nearly jump when I see two lights glowing in the distance. Two red lights. They disappear quickly and I shake my head until my eyes land on the clock. I groan and stand up, its 2:41 a.m. and I have a test in first period on Monday that I still haven't studied for. Dad will kill me if I don't get at least a B. Without a glance back to Brooke's unconscious body I hop through the window and close it quietly before jumping on my bike and pedalling back towards my living nightmare.