Go To Sleep

Chapter 17

Violet's point of view

It was pitch black. I could hardly breath. My chest ached and heaved as I gasped for breath. My body was still and I could hear faint voices. They seemed so far away, they called for me. They kept calling for me until I couldn't ignore it anymore. Opening my eyes slightly, a bright light greeted my pupils, burning the hell out of them. I closed my eyes again, hearing the voices get louder, and much more clear. "... il ... let ... Violet." I lifted my arm to cover the light and opened my eyes again. "Oh god, Violet." Andy towered above me, holding my hand as small tears welled up in his eyes. "Andy? Hey." I smiled a little and stretched my arms above my head to crack my spine. "Your alright." His voice cracked. I nodded a little. "That was probably the longest nap I've taken." I said jokingly. Andy managed a smile and held my hand tighter. "What's wrong?" I asked him as he wiped his tears away. "You've been unconscious for so long, I feared the worst." He said sighing. I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What?" He moved a stray hair away from my cheek. "You've been asleep for eight days." My mouth hung open. "The doctor said it was from lack of sleep." I let my hand fall over the bed, my fingertips touching something immensely cold. I flinched and pulled my arm back. Looking around the room, I noticed that it was very bland with only white walls. "Are we at the hospital?" I asked dumbly. Andy nodded and looked around. "What happened to you Violet?" His expression changed dramatically. The images of what happened flooded my brain. I didn't say anything, remembering Jeff, that had kicked my door open, and possibly smashed something downstairs. Andy protested a little but let me sit upright. I didn't feel hurt anywhere so I assumed Jeff had let me go, again. What does he want with me? He could've killed me over a thousand times by now, but he chose not to. Now that I knew that he was in my room more than ever, I needed help. "Andy?" I looked deeply into his honey-colored eyes. He grunted in response and gave a slight nod upward. "What if I told you that I might know who was in the house that night?" Andy stiffened for a moment then grabbed ahold of my shoulders. "Who was it Violet?" His eyes gleamed in determination. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't speak. How could I tell him that the man that murdered my parents had come back to kill me? Although he hasn't, it still scared me, and it would hurt Andy that I knew this while time and never told him about it. "Can you remember at all?" His expression softened and his grip loosened. "It's ... It's very fuzzy." I lied closing my eyes and putting a hand on my forehead. Andy sighed and smiled half-heartedly. "Sorry Andy." I said as the guilt ate at me. I practically chose death over safety. "No, IM sorry." I snapped out of my thoughts. "I wasn't there for you when you needed me, I was careless. I shouldn't have left you all alone." He hung his head low, letting his black hair fall over his eyes. "He left out the part where he got drunk." I thought to myself. He sucked in as if he was crying and looked up. Sure enough, a small tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes, cheeks, and nose had turned a light pink. He quickly wiped away the tear as soon as it was out and hunched over again. He was probably feeling extremely guilty. "I'm sorry." I could barely hear his whisper as he let the tears fall into his hands and lap. The drops soaked into his navy blue pants, making it darker. I noticed then how bad he looked. His black hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept for days. I felt bad for him, was he here this whole time? I reached out and patted his back tenderly like he was a child. He twitched at my soft touch as if he was expecting a hit to the head. "I'm not mad at you Andy." I whispered. "I know, I just feel like I need to repay you somehow." He said looking up, but looking better as he gave a small smile. His smile was contagious, I felt my face respond with the same expression. "How about when I get out of here, we can hang out?" I asked enthusiastically. He nodded in agreement. "How about Disneyland?" He smirked. He was a mind reader, I've told him before that I loved Disneyland, I guess he remembered. He got up, letting the chair scrape the tile floor behind him. "I'll go ask when you'll be discharged so we can plan this out." I nodded as he turned to leave. "Want anything?" He asked over his shoulder as he opened the door. My stomach growled loudly, making me hold it like a baby. "Some food?" He laughed and left with a nod. "He seemed happier than usual when I told him he was off the hook." I thought suspiciously narrowing my eyes. I laid back down with my arms crossed behind my head as I waited my possible feast that Andy was going to bring me. My mind drifted off to trip, but were cut short when I heard a sharp tap on the window. It was loud enough to echo slightly around the room. It made me jump and sit up straight. At first, I didn't see anything because of the darkness that was filling the other side of the window. The taps got louder. My eyes focused on the slight movement. An outline of a head was shaped after a couple seconds, then hands. I gasped when I realized who it was. Of course, it was Jeff.