Alone - t.l

chapter nine

Comatose

My hands quiver as the keys slide into the lock. I turn the keys and hear the faint clicks of the door unlocking. The knife in my pocket pokes into my side, drawing red wine. I slowly push the door open and see a kitchen. A dining table with four chairs surrounding it. The house, was completely silent. A pin could be heard as I enter and close the door behind me. I wince as the floorboards creak as my left foot steps down.

My heartbeat accelerates by 1000, or so it felt. My breath becomes faster. An older man, about the age of 50, lays on the floor reeking of alcohol. He had red wine spilled all over himself. He wasn't the target, but he was a mess. The moonlight shines through the window in the living room giving light to most of the bottom floor. She was upstairs.

My foot almost slips as I walk up the stairs. I grab the side rail forcefully and almost pull it off the wall. I hear the scurry of an animal but I ignore it. I see her door and open it slowly.

My eyes peek in slowly. I see her laying on the floor, face downward. The voice that always came to me when I needed help came and told me to turn her over. I walk over to her, almost as if i'm in a trance. I flip her over by putting my hands underneath her stomach and on one of her breasts. She rolls over slowly, with red wine covering her face and neck. The front of her white tank top was stained with this red wine. The father and daughter must have had a little drink before bed. The knife in my pocket poked into my side once again and startled me. I lifted up my black shirt and pushed my black trenchcoat out of the way. Red wine slipped out of a small cut in my side.

My hands went to the cut and they came back up to my mouth. I pushed my fingers into my mouth and sucked the wine off. I looked down at the girl and I realized she had purple wine trapped underneath her skin around her neck. She also had a large cut in the side of her neck. The animal I heard before came into the room. It was a small cat. How cute. I blinked and the cat was gone.

My eyes darted around to look for the cat, but to no avail. I looked around the girls room and realized that I was outside. I blink again and I was staring at myself in the mirror in a hotel room. I see a noose with the same girl hanging from it in the mirror. I was dressed in the same as I was before. I turn around swiftly and rush over to her. I grab the stool she kicked away and loosened the grip around her neck. I pulled her out of the loop. Her body was cold, her face pale. Her veins blue as water and you could clearly see them sticking from her forehead. She was gone. Tears rushed to the surface of my eyes and quickly made a waterfall. My girlfriend was gone. Skye was gone forever and it was my fault.

Skye's pov

I woke with a startle seeing a teenage boy laying on the floor of my bedroom. My ex, was laying on the floor. They were the same person. He was convulsing on the ground. His arms twisted in ways that didn't look possible. His neck moved quickly. He was mumbling something but I couldn't hear him from here. I got out of my bed, the sheets following me. He had red wine spilling out of his side. It was like a small stream. I grabbed his arm, stopping him from moving. His whole body stopped and he said one word clearly that bounced off every wall in the room. He said my name loud and clear. I looked over to my door and saw that it was open. I still had his arm so I dragged him out. I heard his cell phone ring in the pocket of his trenchcoat. I dropped his arm and it landed on the floor with a loud thud. My hands traveled around his body until I felt the vibration of the phone. I grabbed it and saw "Dad" in bold letters at the top. I answered and he immediately was asking where he was. It was about 12:30am and he father was furious. His Olanzapine was missing and they couldn't get anymore. I decided to hang up and send him the address of my house.

I hit send and looked back to my ex. Tate laid on the floor, eyes wide. My hand came down and I swatted his face. His expression didn't change. He whispered my name once again and I stayed with him.

Tate's pov

The voice of my dad came into my ears. My body went into shock as I remember his fist connecting with my jaw. My young body fell to the ground and all I could do was lay there, wide eyed. That day was when I first met Skye. We were just little kids. I went to the hospital with my mother to get it checked out. They thought I was a kid that just liked fighting other kids on the school grounds. Skye was there for a broken arm. I think she was at least. She said she fell off her bike and hurt her arm.

The feel of a swat from a hand brought pain to my cheek, but I thought it was my dad again. It wasn't. I saw Skye above me, looking worried as hell. I heard sirens in the distance and realized the cops had found the body. But that didn't matter right now, what mattered was that my baby was back with me.

The cops ran in the room I was in and picked me up. The dragged me outside and pushed me into their car. I knew why I was being put away. They knew why, but Skye didn't.

Skye's pov

Things were moving so quickly around me I didn't have time to react. Tate had gotten up, and was yelling things of disagreement. He then threw himself down the stairs like a dying fish. He took himself outside and jumped onto the black road. He had his hands behind his back like he was wearing handcuffs. The sunshine shone onto him. His father pulled up in a car and saw me. His face grew darker as our eyes connected. He picked Tate up and got him into the car forcefully.

Tate's pov

The voice whispered to grab the knife and pick the lock on the handcuffs, so I did that. I listen to the voice because he's the only one I can trust.

"stab them"

and I did. The car I was in spun out of control and blood squirted and sputtered out of the cut in his neck. I felt the car tip and slip and slide and flip over. I thought I had my seatbelt on, but I soon realized I didn't. Soon enough, like my clothes, everything went black.

Skye's pov

My eyes flood with tears and emotional rage overcomes me. I see the car spin out of control and crash directly into a large oak tree. The car stopped immediately on impact. The air bags go off with a loud pop! He's gone. It starts to rain underneath me. I hear a siren and someone yelling for help. An ambulance pulls up and quickly paramedics rush to help Tate and his father. I feel helpless, and my knees go weak. Could I have stopped this?

My hands feel over my shoulders as I hug myself. I hear the clatter of footsteps coming towards me. I almost have to force myself to look upwards. A police officer stands in front of me, looking worried but determined to find answers, but I cannot give any.

Later
Tate's pov

My eyes hurt because a bright light is shining in my face. I see Skye waiting outside, my room had only a curtain blocking it. Why was she here?

My eyes had now accustomed to the bright light and, I found it a normal brightness. A nurse rushes in and gasps as she sees me awake in bed. She tells the doctors outside, and Skye so they could come in. Skye immediately came in and was by my side. My hand held hers. The doctors were saying something about me being asleep for about a week. A medical comatose probably. "We thought you were gone. I thought you were gone," she whispers in my face, just quiet enough for the doctors not to hear.

My face brightens up when she speaks to me. Sure, maybe I shouldn't have but, I loved her.

And then I woke up