Gun To My Head ➳ Shadowhunters [Rewriting]

0.5 || Stuck in Dreams

When Paige woke up in the infirmary, the white sheets were stained red. She looked more closely and determined it to be blood. She muffled her scream with her hand and threw the stained sheets off of herself.

She examined her body for cuts where the blood could've come from, but there weren't any wounds for the blood to come from. She couldn't decide whether that made it better or worse though.

"God." She mumbled.

The air suddenly felt colder. Paige wished her covers weren't coated in blood. She got up. She wasn't in the clothes she'd gone to bed with.

There was a mirror on the wall in front of the bed covered in blood. She looked in the mirror and saw that she was dressed in all black Shadowhunter gear. Her heart skipped a beat and she forced herself to look away from the mirror, bitting her tongue in the process.

This whole place is messed up.

She felt eyes rest upon her, yet felt so utterly alone in the room. Paige turned around and examined the other beds. Every bed, except the one she'd been in, held a body.

Her breath caught in her throat and suddenly she couldn't breathe. The bodies on the beds were so familiar, but their features were distorted with burn marks and a sticky red substance. Blood.

"Paige." The bodies croaked. Her heart jumped, and she still couldn't breathe. Her knees gave up on her and she tumbled to the ground, grasping at something to keep her up on her way down.

-

Paige shot up. "Pay?" Her brother, kneeling beside her, asked in a hoarse whisper. She nodded, and knelt up to examine her body.

No blood. Relief consumed her.

"I'm all right." She spoke, at last.

"Really? Because when Henry found you, you were face first on the concrete. So you tell me Pay, are you okay?"

She took a hand and gently touched her face. Her faced burned to touch. "Just a few scratches."

"I get it." Cole mumbled.

"Do you?" Paige snapped. "I don't want to be here. I don't want to be forced to stay in this hell, but I'm going to. I'm staying because I'm finding out what happened to our parents and why it happened, whether you want to or not. Feel free to stay. But as soon as I find out, I'm leaving. With or without you."

Her brother's amazed, wide eyed gaze fell on her and seemed to burn a whole through her. He looked away from her. "You think I don't care." He said.

She should've felt bad about his pitifully sad tone or the way he'd looked at her, but right now, anger and adrenaline were running her. Cole left her alone in the infirmary. She wished she felt bad about it, but she didn't. It felt good to have someone else pay. She'd been paying since the night her parents died.

Paige didn't know how many hours had passed before she fell back asleep, but eventually she did.

-

Paige's eyelids fluttered. A headache was pounding against her skull. Her head was tilted on its side and she saw someone leaning over her. The person was dressed in doctor's scrubs and wore a metal mask.

Paige gripped the sides of the bed as the doctor lowered a tool onto her skin. She flinched. "Get away." She said in a drowsy tone, not the harsh tone she'd hoped for.

The doctor stabbed her with the tool and she flinched again. He turned away from her and walked away. Each step he took seemed to shake the ground. Paige slammed her eyelids shut.

"We all have it here." Someone, a man, said.

Paige opened her eyes again. There was someone on the bed next to her. "What?" She asked.

"We all have it here. We're all infected with it, Carstairs." He turned to face her. Blood red eyes beamed at her.

"Infected with what?" She whispered.

"Nephilim blood."