What's Left Behind

Chapter 6

I fell into unconsciousness the moment I laid down. I dreamt of the horrifying day. My mind fluttered with nightmares of the abuse, the blood, the terror, and the screams. Nothing seemed to be helping it leave. I thought of the light, but only Jay popped into my mind. His face was stained with blood and his eyes were dark and lifeless. His mother and father appeared behind him. Their eyes were filled with hatred as tears strolled down their faces.

I looked down at my hands. The were covered in a wet, thick, red substance. My hands shake uncontrollably. My eyes widen as I see pools of the red substance below me. It pours from behind me. Carefully, I turn behind me to see the corpse of my mother and father. Their bodies pale and thin with a thick layer of blood where I stabbed them. They're eyes are cold and dead, but they're also awake and staring at me in hatred. They step closer, but my body is frozen by panic.

"Failure. Stupid. Idiot. Weak. Coward. Lonely. Suicidal. Disappointment." They go on, but my ears felt disconnected from my brain. They're mouths move, but nothing but Jay's voice.

I felt my body being shook. My body was still frozen and my eyes were locked on my parents faces hoping that they would disappear, but the only followed me.

Nightmares never leave. That's one I've learned throughout the years, that's the one thing that has stayed with me throughout my life.

A voice awakens me after the shaking. "Ma'am, you are free to leave the hospital. We're going you to give you some antibiotics and painkillers. If anything seems to be hurting very bad or if you think anything is infected come in immediately. I will say that at first I did not agree with you leaving so early because you have been through a lot and you are still recovering, but with June and Matthew. I wish you heal well." The doctor gave me the meds and left the room. I was given a new pair of clothes that were not my style at all.

There was a knock at the door and it slowly creaked open before I was ready. I turned to see Jay and his parents cautiously walking into the room. I eyed them suspiciously whilst they kept their heads down.

"What don't I know?" I asked as I pulled on my new leather jacket. Jay looked at me as a worried tear streaked down his face.

"You can't come home with us dear." June said slowly. Her eyes lifted and met mine carefully. "You're being sent to a holding prison before they can hold a trial to determine what happened on that day." Jay refused to look me in the eye as Matthew kept his arm around his wife's shoulder.

My hands began to shake violently. My breathing quickened as my heart raced in my chest. The only family I had was ripped out in front of me before I was even two feet in front of it. Even in death my parents still haunt me, never letting me have happiness or live my life.

I turned my back to them and hid my shaking hands from their eyes. Jay's footsteps neared me, but I gave him a threatening glare.

"Leave." I said and turned back around, facing them. I looked them in the eyes again and told them to leave strongly. June and Matthew nodded slowly and took their leave, but Jay stayed even after they left.

"I told you to leave." I faced my back towards him and looked down at the jacket in my hand. My hands still shook, but my breathing slowed. Jay didn't move, which I expected.

"Jay, leave. Now." I didn't look, but he flinched at my hard tone.

"I don't want to." He said quietly. He didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to strongly say that he wanted to talk about the real problem.

"Life isn't about what people want. It's about what you get how how you deal." I made myself clear that I didn't want to be talked to. I didn't want anyone to be in the room because he and I both knew what was coming next.

"But I don't want to leave you. I don't want you to leave me." He cried and hugged my back with his arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing tightly. It surprised em at first, but then I heard his cries and I heard his wailing.

"It's okay Jay. We'll see eachother again, I promise." He hugged me tighter. "Can you promise me one thing?" I turned around and faced him, both of us had red eyes. "Find the good in life, don't go sorrowing from one to the next. You need to clutch onto something and ride it the whole way. Stay determined, We'll see each other. I promise."

After my brave quote, that I hoped he took to heart, everything was a blurr. His parents dragged Jay away with him screaming and kicking. I stood in my room watching and smiling for we both knew how it was going to end.

The scissors in my hands felt light. It felt much lighter than the knife my parents died with. I looked down at it, my eyes searched its every feature. Sharp edges, pointy, enough to do the job.

Four quick incisions, to be sure, is all it would take, and I am ready to make the final cuts. They are already made and I'm waiting now, waiting for the blood to stop, and waiting for my heart to drop. My head hasn't stopped spinning and blood hasn't stopped dripping. The one regret I have is not living.

Still one more part! Hang in there!