"Jade...honey, can you come out?" Kelani asked softly, knocking on the oak door of Jade's room. On her other hand, she held a white paper bag, which contained anti-biotics, pain killers and scarring gel. I leaned next to the frame, observing her hopefully. No response. That's become a usual thing, but it doesn't stop us from trying.
It's been only a week since we got Jade back from the hospital; a slow and agonizing week. The moment we arrived, she scurried to her room and locked herself in. She won't leave to eat or drink, so we bring her a plate of food, knock on her door and tell her we brought her food. The first three days, she didn't touch the food, then she started leaving a slightly empty plate in front of her door. That was some sort of relief.
She has nightmares every night; I hear her screams and sobs of horror. I hear her plea for mercy, I hear her cuss out, I hear her screaming Felix's name in horror. And every night I want to be there, comforting her, telling her that she can't be hurt anymore.
I suggested picking the lock to open the door. She has to take her medication, and she's just plain worrying me. Davey instantly shut down that suggestion. "We have to give her some time." He had said, head shaking and disapproval solid on his features.
"Jade..." I sighed, leaning my head against the frame. Kelani sighed as well, glaring at me lightly. She told me to stay out of it; maybe Jade would open to someone that wasn't me...or just a man. Ignoring her, I continued. "Please...you have to come out. Or at least eat something."
No response...
I sighed once more; it was like she wasn't there and I was blindly talking to a door.
Knock knock knock
I jumped lightly at the noise and arched my eyebrow, glancing curiously at Kelani. She seemed just as surprised by the knock as I was. It was coming from the front door, only those doors echo so loudly that you could hear it around the whole mansion. "Was someone supposed to come?" I inquired to my sister. She shrugged and pursed her lips.
I stopped leaning on the wall and walked down the hall, down the stairs and into the main room. Three more knocks were heard as I approached the door. I gripped the large bronze knob, turned it, and pulled the door open.
I raised my eyebrow as I saw a man standing there, a large suit case by his side. He wore a casual black suit and was rather large, with a beer-gut sticking out of his waist-line. A heavy, dark brown scruff covered half of his face, along with thick eyebrows that matched the tone of his beard. "Good evening, Mr. Crudor." The man greeted with an American accent, running his free hand through his short dark brown hair.
I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and stepped in the way of the entrance. "Who might you be?" I questioned cautiously.
"Victor." I turned around to see Davey approaching me calmly. "He's here to help us." He stated, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Help Jade." He emphasized, pushing me lightly to the side so he could allow the man to come in.
The man slowly walked inside, looking up and down the clean room. He turned to me and stuck his hand out. "My name is Bruce, Bruce Williams. I'm an old friend of Davey." He introduced himself politely.
I warily shook hands with him. "Okay..."
Davey sighed softly, sensing my caution. "We took some classes together, Victor. Bruce is a skilled healer and therapist. He's just what we need."
"You are?" I asked, turning to Bruce and crossing my arms.
"You need someone who can help Jade with her trauma and take her memories, don't you?" He replied, walking around me confidently.
