She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Malory's POV

I was in a field, a glowing green field. The necklace was clasped around my neck and the little bird was wedged in the crook between my collarbones. I had on a white sundress and my feet were bare and I could feel the grass brush and tickle them. My hair was out and pinned back from my face with sparkly white flower pins and it brushed my lower back moving slightly in the breeze. The sun beamed down from the sky and a few fluffy, white clouds dotted the sky. The field was filled with little white daisies, like a sea of white and on the edge of the field was a tree line of pine trees. I bent down and plucked a daisy from the ground holding it before my face examining how the little white petals glowed and shone in the light and the bright green stem. So beautiful, yet so fragile. I looked up towards the dark tempting tree line to see him emerge from the darkness. He was wearing an open white shirt exposing his bronzed, defined chest and abs with blue jeans, his feet were too bare like mine. His hair glowed a beautiful gold while his mouth turned up in beautiful smile. He was the picture of perfection. I dropped the flower to the ground and ran to meet him. We were five foot away from each other when I was met by an invisible force, halting me to abrupt stop. I looked around in confusion and so did he, then the wind picked up blowing my hair in every direction and his shirt flapped behind him. I looked to him with a desperate look filling my facial features and then back up to the now black sky that looked angry and fierce. I then glanced down to the now dead ground all of the flowers had shrivelled and the grass dried to a brown and then back up to those beautiful, urgent blue-green eyes as a painful look filled his features and he clutched at his heart falling into his knees.

His mouth was open as if to say something but the only thing that came out was a strangled gasp. Alert filled my head and the urge to get to him over whelmed every thought buzzing around in my head. I smacked and hit the invisible wall In front of me as Jackson leaned against the wall looking to me with sad eyes mouthing the word "stop."

"No," I whispered with a hick-up as I realised I was crying. I slid down the wall and placed my hand on the invisible wall and he placed his over mine on the otherside. Blood tricked down the side of his mouth as he coughed and blood spluttered over his white shirt. He looked so innocent, so hurt but he smiled through the pain and I sadly smiled through the tears too.

'I love you,' he mouthed.

I sat bolt up right my sheet tangled around my ankles and hair in a mattered wet mess. Sweat lined my body from head to toe and my breathing was at a ragged, fast pace. I leaned over to check the time.

1.30am. Bloody hell.

I flopped back onto my pillow and attempted to steady my breathing, that was the worst dream I had, had in a long time. Maybe stopping the counselling sessions were a bad thing, what am I thinking? I hated those sessions. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong, the feeling of something missing. It was just the dream Malory, just a dream. My throat was dry and craved to be quenched as I tossed the crumpled sheets away from my body and quietly made my way to the kitchen.

I got a glass of chilled water and took a sip placing it back down on the kitchen counter. My stomach was still tight and my head rang like alarm bells, the answering machine had a little red light indicating that someone had called and left a message.

It's fine Malory probably just mum's boss, or maybe it's your so called 'friend' whose school camp has gone for well over a month now. Mia never called me back and I brought myself to the realisation that things weren't gonna go back to the way they were before and that she had moved on.

I slowly made my way over to the answering machine machine the little red light blinking at me eagerly as I pressed the black button next to it.

The answering machine made a loud and long beeping sound and the machine's robotic female voice answered, "you have 2 new voice mails. Received at 12.30am," and the machine beeped again before a frantic familiar voice continued, " Hi Malory, it's Stacy, Jackson's Mum." There was a loud commotion in the background and I strained to hear it but it was cut off by her voice again she sounded more desperate less composed now, "it's.. It's Jackson," her voice broke, my heart stopped as soon as I heard his name I could feel the colour from my face wash away as I blinked stunned. "He was in a c-car crash and is going to the hospital, it.. it doesn't look good," I could hear the shakiness in her voice and the background noises became more clearer. An ambulances sirens and the loud shouts of various voices. I stared at the phone with disbelief, no, no, no, no, no, no.. No! This can't be happening, it's not happening.

This is just some joke, some sick joke. The answering machine repeated the loud beeping sound and played the next message but I was to caught up in my own emotions to pay attention. What happens if it's not a joke? What happened if he.. If his.. No Malory. Don't think like that. The car crash probably wasn't even that bad but my baby needs me, I need to get to him. I bolted up stairs to my mothers closed bedroom door and knocked hastily three times before pushing it open. She sat up and flipped on the light of her dim bedside lamp.

Her night gown was tangled around her body and her hair scruffy and her alerted blue eyes met mine, "what the..? It's 1.30 in the morning Malory."

She took in my pale face and glassy stare and then she looked down to my hands that were shaking uncontrollably cautiously she said, "Malory, honey, what's wrong? Are the.. Are the urges coming back sweetie?"

I shook my head, "no mum, no.. It's just.. I need you to drive me to the hospital.. Jack-Jackson was in a car crash."

Her eyes slightly widened as she got up from her bed and reached for the pair of jeans beside her bed and then looked to me with worried eyes, "okay, we are leaving in ten." I ran from the room into my bedroom the necklace banging against the hollow space in my neck. I slipped on a pair of dark blue jeans and kept my sleeping with sirens top on and chucked on a black leather jacket and my black doc martens. Me and my mother both exited our rooms from across the hall she had pulled her hair into a tight pony tail and she wore black flats, her jeans and a brown jacket that was buttoned up. We stared at each other and then rushed to the car together, she grabbed my hand folding her delicate fingers with my own and she didn't let go until we reached the hospital doors and that was the first time my mother had ever held my hand since my father had come back.