Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: He's back

Evangeline P.O.V.

My body felt sore. Like it had endured weeks of torture. To be quite honest I felt like I was thrown under a bus and left there for a few hours before someone miraculously showed up and saved me. It hurt to even move. 

But I had to. I had to find out what was wrong with me and why my head hurt. So, reluctantly, I opened my eyes, and was instantly greeted by a bright light shining above me. It was blurry and it took quite some time to get used too. So rolling over one side, I slowly sat up. I groaned loudly, feeling a huge amount of pressure building in my head.

 It was like a storm waiting to break out. My light wavy hair fell over my shoulders and the sides of my face covering my view. I sighed loudly, and tucked my hair between my shoulder, wincing at every movement I took.

"Of all the pain in the world," I murmured shaking my head and rubbing my temple. I sighed loudly, forcing my eyes open to the ridiculous amount of light pouring into my room. As the blurry state I was in cleared out, I noticed a scent in the air. Anti-disinfecting smell. The ones they usually used in hospitals.

I was in a hospital, I finally realised. "Hello?" I croaked, my throat dried out and in dire need of water. I coughed loudly, not familiar with my surroundings. It was only then did I see the hallway outside of my hospital room was completely shadows in darkness. I took a wild guess and figure it was late at night and whoever might've visited me should be at home right now.

"Damn it," I cursed, knowing whatever answers I needed will not be given to me now at this late. As I lay there, contemplating my decisions. I finally decided to get up and wash my face. My memories were still a little out of it as the drugs were not leaving my system anytime soon. I grasp hold of the metal railing beside my bed tightly as I stood up. 

My bare feet his the cold floor instantly making me shiver. The hospital gown I was wearing was probably not helping me with it at all. Taking slow steps towards my closed door, I turned the knob making the door squeak rather loudly as Light filled the darken hallway. "Hello?" I cautiously asked, hoping someone was out there. 

I didn't get a response. Bravely I shut the door leaving the only light source I had to disappear as I walked towards the bathroom. It was dark, and the only light I had was a dim and weak light in the girls bathroom that was about to go out any moment. 

I didn't waste anytime in washing my dried out skin and wet my hair. The cold water made me sober a little from the drugs the doctors must've given me but I knew it won't be enough. And as I stand there, hands on the sink with my wavy brown hair falling over my shoulders. I forced every will in my body to remember what happened that made me as sick as I was now.

My body was pale and had no colour. I looked like I went of for surgery and barely made it out. My usual dark brown eyes were slightly dull and held no life. I looked sick. Beyond sick. "What the hell, happened to me?" I whispered, touching my face. My lips were dried too.

Thinking back to maybe what I ate, or maybe what I caught from someone. But I distinctively remembered that my nose was bleeding before I passed out. Even I had admit it wasn't normal. And it was all because of that blasted dream.

Dream...

The dream!

What's a dream got to do with this? There was nothing wrong with a dream. I thought of the images I witness it that horrifying dream and almost stumbled over as the memories came tumbling down me like a ton of bricks. It was rushing too fast the room began to spin and I found myself on the floor gasping in pain as every single feeling, every single piece fit back together.

The bodies, dead, bloody, not moving. All of them, just ripped apart like animals. And all of them were dead because of me. Why? Why, why, why, why?! I can't. I can't remember! But the dread! The sorrow, the tears, the pain. Its all coming back. And its too much! Its too much!