Knives and Nightmares

Chapter 17

I sat in a hospital chair, garland was everywhere in the clean, white room, commentating Christmas. I looked at Charlie, he was still in his coma. His face looked peaceful for once, his pale lips were curved in a small smile. He hasn't moved in the hours I have been there. I sighed, opening my mouth to speak- Beep Click Hisss, the machines interrupted my thoughts. It was snowing outside, the soft snow swirling around eachother. Charlie let out a raspy breath, I jumped back and looked at him, hoping he would wake. He didn't move. I yearned for Connor, or anyone, Christmas was a day for family, and Charlie is the only real family I have, mother doesn't count, and connor.. I wasn't sure where I was going with that thaught. I reached out my hand to hold his. The cold shocked me at first, but I slowly because accustomed to it.

"Charlie.. I'm afraid, I don't know where Connor is, he- he's been acting strange lately, I want you to wake up, I want someone there for me... I'm so alone.." I whispered to charlie, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. A small stout nurse came into the room,

"Ma'am, you'll have to leave now, visiting time is over," her southern accent caught me off guard,

I slowly stood up on shaky legs, keeping my eyes dead set on Charlie,

"Merry Christmas" I whispered and kissed his forehead gently, his hair sweeping my face softly.

I sighed and walked out of the room slowly, pausing in the doorway to steal a second glance at the boy half dead. It pained me more then ever to see him lying there, helpless, with the doctors and nurses eyes, glaring and judging him for his scars and actions. I sauntered off through the hallways, they were completely empty, save for the occasional nurse weaving her way through doors to attend to patients.

"Buh-bye now," one of the older nurses said to me cheerily as I walked out the double doors.

I stepped into the cold, winter night. The snow made everything sparkle under streetlights. Each piece slowly drifting off, finding it's way along. How I wished my own life could be that simple, a life without struggle, drama, and death. Winding my way through the empty streets was no trouble for me, I could walk with my eyes closed I've traveled the exact rout so many times.

My mind drifted off, thinking about the thing that lurks about in my mind. It shows me things, memories...

"Papa, where's mum?" I called out, my tiny voice asked my father. Once again, we were at the beach, the lake water looking like a mirage, perfectly blue. My father looked dashing as he always did, he was attractive, dark onyx eyes, structured cheek bones, a mop of brown hair all combine into one perfect figure.

"She went to the store.." he said, his voice shaking slightly.

My tiny features showed distinct confusion,I didn't remember even seeing mama come to the cabin with us, only a lady that looks like her.

"Then who is that?" I asked and pointed to a tall women with strawberry blonde hair, she looked a lot like mama as she walked out of our cabin with an air of authority. My father didn't answer, he just smiled as she walked closer to him.

"How long have you known her?" I asked,

"About a year before you were born"

"Are her and mama sisters?" I asked, unable to contain my question.

He sighed deeply "yes"

"She's very pretty, just like mama,"

"Yes, her, your mother, and her daughter look the same, all beautiful..."

I wondered why he didn't mention me, Charlie always says I'm very pretty for my age, and when I grew up, I would be a movie star! I always hoped papa would call me beautiful, too. after a while, I notice he said daughter, maybe she was close to my age! once again, I became excited.