Attic Monsters

Almost

"Wake up.. you got this. Stay with us.. I love you. Honey, please." A familiar voice whispers in my ear. It reaches to the deepest part of my brain. My consciousness is the first to come to.

A warm hand connects with my fingertips. Its fingers clasp with mine. "C'mon sweetie." I try to open my eyes, but they are glued shut. His thumb starts to move circles over my hand. I desperately try to move, but my fingers don't even twitch.

He moves his thumb with a rhythm, soothing my beating heart. Until suddenly, it leaves my grasp. Seconds later, I feel the warmth on my forehead. He lightly traces away any hairs plastered to my skin.

"I have to go now honey." It comes out barely as a whisper. He sounds so defeated.

His chair momentarily scratches across the floor as he gets up. There is a small shuffle as his feet drag. His hot breath meets my forehead before his lips connect. The kiss is short, and he pulls away seconds later. The shuffling sounds again as he starts to make it across the room, getting quieter and quieter.

No! I attempt to scream, but not a peep leaves my mouth. Once again, I try my hardest to open my eyes, desperation now taking over. Somehow, this time, they flinch. It takes one more try before they fling open.

The first thing to greet me, blinds me. My eyes squeeze close as I try to hide. After the pain dies down, I squint my right eye open. A pulsing bright light is strategically placed above my head.

I turn my head as far away as I can from the light. Now that it's not directly in my eyes, I start the process of achieving my sight back. Both of my eyes blink repeatedly until the pain behind my eyes starts to dissipate.

Slowly, the world comes into focus and I find myself in a room covered completely in white. White walls, white ceiling, even a white door. Looking down, I'm even in a white bed and harnessed down with white straps. The only thing in the room that's not white is the blood dripping from my arms causing a puddle to form.

As my eyes find my wounded skin I can't help but stare, entranced. I can't recall how I got them. The last thing I remember is dying on the floor

"Good, you're awake." A stranger's voice fills the silence. I look up to see a middle aged man in a white lab coat. His hair is brown with a few specks of grey. He has a straight face with a little glint portraying kindness in his eyes. As he speaks, he moves closer to my side.

"Bleeding again, I see, I guess we will have to get you all bandaged up." He takes my wrist in his hand to take my pulse. "Your lucky we found you when we did, or else you'd be dead." A sigh leaves his chest. "But I guess that is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Confusion fills my mind. I try to questions him, but the words can't find a way to form in my throat. Yes, I wanted to die. Everyday the guilt is practically killing me, but what he is saying doesn't make sense.

He must of seen the confusion and frustration clearing written on my face. He takes a breath before starting again.

"I don't see why you would lead to such violence. You put James in the Emergency room, for what though? To steal his knife and try to end it?" He takes a bandage out of his pocket and starts to wrap it around my wrists.

"This place isn't so bad, you just have to give it some time. We can help you." His cold hands trace down my arm before they jump down to the bottom of my shirt. He lifts it up, and gently pokes at my rib cage. A sharp pain races through my body causing a gasp to escape from my mouth. He nods before pulling away.

"I really wish you would've let us help you." There is a small clank as he picks up a needle from the table next to me. He flicks at the top releasing any air bubbles. I try to move away from him, but my movements are restricted.