The darkness is awake

Chapter Two

Lacey's POV-

She fell into a coma. I know she knew I was lying. The doctor doesn't think she will come out of the coma with this much trauma. I honestly can't lose her. She's my inspiration and my best friend. I have been sitting here for three days waiting for her mind to be awoken. She had looked so pale and weak, Unlike the Annabel I had known before. Her long black hair was yet still knotted form the other day. She has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. You know it's genuine because it's not like she can stand in front of the mirror and perfect it. I held her hand for hours and after about three hours I felt a limp squeeze. The doctor says it is not enough to tell if it's just reflex or actually her. I wish I could go back. I wish I could go back and stay for tea. This would have never happened if I had. Her current condition is not what is going to trouble her the most. Miss Nancy did not survive the incident. She had taken care of Annabel since she was nine. I always found her childhood to be very desolate. She was born into a fairy rich family. When she was found to be blind her mother didn't want her. She sent her off to anywhere but home. With Anne being Anne she always had caused trouble. She moved from special needs schools frequently. As Anne described "I liked going to different schools, I met new people and that was the one thing I enjoyed most." As all these thoughts arose in my mind I softly felt another squeeze. This was defiantly Anne not just a reflex. I lifted her hand and gently placed it back onto the bed and whispered "I'll be back Anne." I got up and went to find and nurse or a doctor. I found myself in the middle of a vacant hospital. I saw a little girl walking towards me. Her face was yet a blur although she was about six wearing a blue ruffled and torn dress. As she crept closer I realized she was not the sweet little girl I had originally saw. Her face was dismantled and she had walked with a limp. Her arm was cut open and her pretty blue dress was soiled in blood. Old and new stains. I knew I had seen her before, I sat on the floor and tried my hardest to recognize this beautifully torn face. It felt like eternity as she made her way to my side. She asked me "do you remember me?" I thought long and hard then responded "unfortunately I do not, what is your name?" Her facial expression changed in the flash of a light. I had maddened her with my lack of remembrance. She turned and began walking away. Something prompted me to run after her, she was here for a reason. My legs felt heavy, yet I ran and I screamed her name "Jane, wait". Then all at once I stopped, I sat down and leaned onto my back on the germ filled hospital walls. I must have sat there for hours, singing "Jane, Jane where are youuu". I opened up a music box and the music that had once made me dance with joy now gave me a horrid empty feeling in my stomach. I know where I saw that face, Jane. Why can I remember her name but not her story? In a blink of an eye she was standing right in front of me. Her blood dripping onto me, I said "we need to get you some help." She looked me right in the eyes "it's a little late for that lacey but it's not too late for you. Let me help you." I never realized this but in her right hand she was carrying a small but effective knife. She raised her hand and stabbed me twenty seven times. Little cuts but not enough to kill me. She seemed happy and said "revenge is quite fun, don't you think Bracey lacey?" I now have remembered who she is, Jane Alton. I screamed "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I laid in a pool of my blood and hers, sobbing for what seemed to be hours. Then a nurse started shaking me. "Wake up lacey, it's just a dream."