My demons (book 1)

"For how long was I gone?"

Caleb took a deep breath and looked at her with eyes so full of pain her heart ached. Then he started talking, his voice low and cracked. "Three weeks after you called me to pick you up... I found your lifeless body right where we were supposed to meet. You looked starved out, even paler then usual and every visible inch of your body was covered in bruises and needle marks. I called 9-1-1 and paramedics rushed you to the hospital. Doctors said you were starved and dehydrated. Your blood pressure was way too low and your heart wasn't beating in the right rhythm. They were sure you won't make it..."

His voice wandered as he looked away probably hoping she wouldn't notice tears that had formed in his stormy blue eyes. After a minute of silence she softly called out his name, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," he murmured before continuing his retelling of the events. "You were in a comma for 5 days. They said your body recovered in a sense of starvation and dehydration but you were still lifeless as the day they found you and your heart beat was still off. I thought I lost you...I never left your side, you know? So you wouldn't be alone when you wake up. I didn't want you to be alone ever again..."

He couldn't fight the tears any longer. When a violent sob escaped his throat, he put his head in his hands, his entire body shaking. She wanted to comfort him but a sudden wave of tiredness rushed through her body making her feel dizzy and weak. She closed her eyes, watching the spots dancing against her eyelids for a few seconds before darkness consumed her once more.

...

A week later she arrived back home.

Hospital hadn't been all bad, sometimes even better than the place she had called home. Caleb came to visit her every day and some girls from school stopped by once or twice. She had been told the other two people were found too but the doctors wouldn't let her see them. She didn't ponder too much about their reasons, not even knowing what compelled her to want to see them anyway.

Now, she was lying on her bed, wrapped up in the silence of the night. It was almost midnight and she wasn't tired. Thinking about the past few weeks, she was desperately trying to remember anything related to her abduction. What did they do to her? Why?

She felt uneasy and could no longer lay still. She glanced out the window but all she could see was an abandoned street, scaring her. Desperate to look anywhere but out into the void, she looked down at her hands but the paleness and thinness of them only served to scare her further. Did she really lose that much weight?

She walked to the mirror to check her reflection, distinctly hearing the clock on their kitchen wall striking 12 times. She faced herself in the mirror only to see someone else starring back. Those red eyes nowhere near her own boring brown ones.