Gone

Waking Up

Sadie POV 

I woke up feeling sore all over once again. My arms and legs felt stiff and heavy along with my eyes. Even though I was awake, I kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to open them and see the disgustingly white room again. I didn't want to see what else they had done to me while I was out.  

I admit I was slightly disappointed that I had woken up, I was hoping that I would have died and surprised that I didn't. I wasn't sure what the hunters had done to keep me breathing, but I hated them for it.  

"Is she awake yet?" I heard a familiar feminine voice whisper. 

"No, not yet," Another, deeper voice that sent chills through my body, replied. I knew that voice.  

"Do you think we will have another episode on our hands?" The first voice asked.  

"God I hope, three is enough for me." It was Jackson. The beautifully deep voice belonged to Jackson. If that really was Jackson, I couldn't still be with the hunters. Was I hallucinating?  

"Ethan said her wounds were healing quickly," the girl said. I knew the voice, but I couldn't place it. 

"Yeah, her body wounds, but mentally I'm not sure," Jackson replied sadly. "I just want her to wake up without screaming for me out of fear, it's killing me." 

At Jackson's words I cringed. How long had I been out? What crazy things was I doing when I was awake? I tried to open my eyes but they still felt heavy, almost like they had been sewn shut. I almost cried at the thought, what if the hunters sewed my eyes shut. I began to panic, thinking about all the things they probably did to me, and how I probably looked.  

"Sadie?" Jackson asked, grabbing my hand. I felt the warm waves move up my arm and heat up my whole body while simultaneously calming me down, "Baby are you awake?" 

I let out a small whine, not being able to do much more, I was so tired and felt so weak.  

"Can you open your eyes?" The girl asked.  

I tried again and they opened, but only for a second and they were closed again.  

"Close the curtains," Jackson replied quickly, "it's too bright." 

I watched the light dim from behind my eyelids and then tried to open them again, this time they stayed open. I was staring straight up at a white ceiling, thankfully not the same one that I had stared at for hours while screaming in pain. Just knowing that caused me to calm down further. I decided that I didn't care if I was dreaming, I would take the escape, even if it didn't last.  

I turned my head to the side and locked eyes with the most beautiful blue eyes, which were attached to the most handsome face; Jackson. 

"Are you here with me?" He asked, pain in his eyes.  

"Yes?" I croaked out, sounding like I had spent my entire life smoking a cigarette every minute.  

Jackson let out a sigh, closed his eyes and rested his head against whatever I was laying on, "Please get her some water," he mumbled.  

I continued to stare at the top of his head while I listened to the other person hurry away. I couldn't even begin to explain how it felt to be looking at him. I was nervous but relaxed, excited but stoic; every emotion I felt was soon contradicted by another. Most of all I felt complete, like I was only a half a person without him and now I felt whole. I could have just sat there and stared at him all night. 

Jackson lifted his head up and stared back at me, "You know I won't hurt you right?" He asked carefully. 

I nodded my head slowly, completely confused as to why he would even ask me such a question. I knew that no matter how mad he was or how bad I pushed his buttons, he would never hurt me.