Changing Past

Chapter 7: Silent

Quote of the Chapter:
'When you are in a coma, being alone with your feelings is the worst because you have no where to run. They're here, dancing in your mind and all you can do is try to handle it.'

Alex's Point of View

'Where am I?'

My head felt foggy, and I couldn't move my body. I started breathing hastily while my ice cold skin prickled underneath the AC. My head felt like my brain was pounding against my skull. I cringed and focused on trying to speak, but I choked on my words. At a loss for air wasn't the phrase for how I felt. It was almost as if I didn't need to breathe. I heard a door opening, and footsteps coming towards me. I listened as hard as I could, only to fail and make out a few words.

Unknown Voice: She should recover but due to the deepness of the stab wound, we are worried about it getting infected. If it does we will have to continually give her fresh blood to keep her alive. If she doesn't wake up after one week, the surgeon and I will decide if we should take her off of life support and let her go.

I heard sobs of great strength and sorrow. The man that cried sounded sad, but angry, and firm but weak. He stayed still and quiet for a few moments before I heard him speak up. The tone in his voice sent a cold feeling through me while he spoke.

Male voice: That isn't for you to decide! It's your job to keep her alive, not to kill her.

The footsteps grew louder and heavier, until I was fully sure that the male stood right beside to me.

I didn't fully understand who or what they discussed, but a part of me knew that I had some type of connection to the male. I could hear everything around me, but I failed to move. It was like my brain and body were unplugged, disconnected from one another, and I unwillfully only had the use of one. Hours seemed to go by before I heard him whisper back to the unknown voice.

Unknown Voice: Um, sir? Sorry to bother you, but can we get your name. I have been notified also that you are not her husband, but I will note that you are family.

Male voice: My name is Michael. Michael Drake.

Faded memories coursed through me, almost like ocean waves flowing over my body. However, one memory stuck out more than the others.

~*~

It's the night of my birthday. I could see flashes of pictures that were blurry almost like a fogged mirror. I saw many things, as a recollection of memories consumed me, a boy entered my thoughts. All of my vision was blurry and was slightly tinted yellow, like I was living through stained glass. A boy stared at me in pure amazement. I looked up at him slowly, careful not to be seen. He looked out the window, and said very softly as he slid next to me,

"We're here."

I blushed from feeling his hot breath on my ear. He extended his hand out to me and I graciously took it as he guided me out from the limo. I smiled heavily and my vision once again went blurry.

My memory flashed to another scene.

I didn't know what was happening. I felt water. A lot of water. I felt it on my face and on my hands. My back was cold and scratchy. I suddenly felt weak as I was lifted off of the floor like a rag doll.

I had no memory of what was currently happening to me. Suddenly, I felt a pair of soft lips on mine. My vision slowly went black again and a tingle of annoyance shocked me and made my skin stiffen.

~*~

As my flashback ended I felt a warm and soft touch on my hand. Feeling ultimately defeated and disoriented, I placed a name with the familiar touch.