Black Sheep

Stubborn Silence

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I stood on the brink of unconsciousness and consciousness the whole while I tended to the wound in the bathroom, cleaning and bandaging the bleeding bite marks imbedded into the skin of my neck. The pain lingered even after taking medication to help with it, and the area was swollen, blackening with a dark bruise. It brought a bad ache with each movement and touch that made me bite into my teeth on occasion. It made my legs weak, so I had to sit down as I repaired myself. At least my panic had worn off, but it did not vanish. What I need is a hospital, but the circumstances surrounding this is too unusual. I don't know if that's a good idea.

'Where the hell is Phil when I need him? Why did he leave me to do this by myself?' I've never dealt with such a big injury before, so I did a poor job dressing it up, but I tried my best to keep it secure. Hopefully, I won't need stitches. My skin prickles just at the thought. When I'm done, I stagger back to my room using the wall as a crutch, feeling heavy and disoriented. I need to stay awake. I can't go back to that place. I can't. I stand by the window, looking out, and carefully open it with my good arm just a bit to get some much needed air. The sun was just starting to peek out in the distance, the sky still majorly dark. Groaning, I bring a hand to my throbbing head and feel an intense heat.

'Damn, a fever too. What's next? Are the aliens coming to abduct me too?' Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rub at my watering eyes and wait, watching the sunrise in the meantime to keep myself from falling asleep. When morning broke, I still found myself alone. He said he would return soon, didn't he? My lips wavered as I embraced myself, making a face when my shoulder stung. I felt the cold sting of abandonment sinking deeper into my chest as my stomach knotted and twisted, but I didn't want to believe he would just leave me like this. He has to come back. He has to. But he didn't. I must've sat there a couple hours and still I was alone.

'What if something happened? What if he never returns? What if he just leaves me here wondering what the hell is going on?' As these thoughts invaded, I could no longer hold back my tears. Even if they were drastic, could I really be blamed for assuming the worst? Nothing has gone right for me. Everything is falling apart. I can't seem to catch a break no matter how hard I paddle to keep my head above water. He was there to help me before, to give me a thread of hope, but where is he now? I don't want him to disappear as well.

Phil left me, while I sit here, hurt and frightened with no idea of what's even happening. He knows what happened to me. I could see it written all over his face when he asked me about my dream. He looked reluctant to leave but behaved as though he had to. Why? What is going on with him, with these dreams? He has always been secretive. I tried to make peace with that, believing that answers would come in due time. I wanted to respect his privacy, but things like this aren't okay to hide from me. I'm getting involved in something I know nothing about, and clearly, he's connected to it. I'm terrified, not only for my life, but for my sanity as well. This is too much. I just want the truth. I want to feel safe when I close my eyes. I want to feel safe with him too.