Fearless

Prove You're not a Lunatic

Chapter Eleven: Prove You're not a Lunatic

"What happened to him!...... if you say 'nothing'..." My vision was blurring, black overwhelming my senses as I was in between sleep and wake. There was a ringing in my ears that made everything sound, almost fuzzy. As if I was listening to music that was playing aboveground and I was underwater. Chunks of sentences didn't make sense to me. 

"I don't know," Charlie struggled to find her composure. "B-but I know we need..... this ......and stitched up. He's losing t-too much blood." Her tears were shiny as they streamed down her cheeks and dropped onto my chest and stomach. My head fell to the side as I started to fall asleep.

"No! Michael, baby, you need to stay with me okay? I need you to stay with me." Rebekah pleaded. She grasped my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. Tears made the makeup left over on her face smear under her eyes and made black tracks down her cheeks. I reached up a hand to wipe it away, but it was stained red. "Please! Please, Michael. Stay with me, stay with me." she was desperate for me to listen, and I was trying. My mind grasped onto the sound of her voice, my eyes locked onto her sweat covered face. 

"I...... can't." I pushed out through my teeth. Rebekah's eyes scrunched up and tears squeezed out of them as she lost control of her breathing. Sam was behind her, trying to pull her off of me, trying to get her to stop hyperventilating. She shouted at him, words I couldn't hear no matter how loud they were. And then, she pressed her lips to mine hard, and let Sam drag her out of the kitchen. 

My vision blurred and blackened, and my eyes went crossed. I heard her shriek a horrible, strangled sound of pain,  and then everything was gone.

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"I think he's waking up," My eyes fluttered open. I let them adjust to the bright light before I tried to focus on anything. I felt a hand slip into mine and then rested the intertwined fists on my bare chest. I flinched a little at the touch. My vision was slightly blurry, but it righted itself once I focused on Rebekah's face. 

"Hey Beck," I whispered hoarsely. She smiled a small smile that didn't meet her eyes or even move any of her scars. 

"Hey Mikey. How you feeling?" she asked me. My eyebrows knitted together into a puzzled expression. 

"What?" I asked. Her soft eyes flickered to Charlie, who was sitting in a chair to my right. 

"When you and Aaron went into the woods last night to make sure the car of that guy I..." she trailed off and then cleared her throat. "You went to go dispose of his car, and you were mauled by a bear. Aaron scared it off by using a bear whistle, and then he got you here as fast as possible. We didn't want to take you to the hospital because they would ask questions about why you were in the woods so late." memories of last night burned into my mind. Chasing after Rebekah, making her angry, her attacking me, Aaron stepping in, me trying to get home. 

"No. Rebekah, that's not what happened." I sighed out. Confusion swept over her features as she looked from Charlie to me and back again. 

"What? What does that mean?" she asked frantically. "How would you know? You didn't even know that anything did happen like five seconds ago!" 

I pushed myself off of the kitchen counter. I nearly fell forwards after a huge jolt of pain. "Woah, steady there." Rebekah said as she put a hand on my chest to keep me in place. "Whatever you need to tell me, you can tell me later. You need to rest." 

"No, I need to tell you now. I've been telling myself to tell you 'later' for about a year now. This cannot wait. Nothing is more important than this." I exclaimed. I slid off the counter and onto my own two feet. I latched onto Rebekah's wrist determinedly and pulled her along with me as I walked slowly through the house and out the front door. As I shut it behind me, I noticed long, deep scratches in the wood and paint, that were probably from me.