The Legend

Chapter Five

My head hurt, it was also spinning. Bile was resting inside my throat. The medicine the nurses had pumped me with after I woke up was taking forever to start working. The second I opened my eyes all I could see white, I was confused and the second the first person touched me I went into full on hysterics. It took them a good fifteen minutes for them to settle me down. My parents were still outside talking to the police and trying to piece together the whole story of what happened to me. I refused to talk. At that moment I just  wanted to scream.

"Can you look at the wall for me,?" A bright light shone in my eyes and it took everything in me not to pull away from it. My head was beginning to developed a pulse.

My parents walked back into the room the same time the doctor put that dreaded light away. He turned to them and said, "We just got her MRI's back and everything seems to be good there. No broken bones or anything of that nature. You're daughter is going to be fine,"

My parents signed with relief. They shook the doctors hand and thanked him for everything he's done. That bile threatened to come purging out of me. The doctor hadn't done anything. This was the first time I'd seen the man.

When he left, mom sat on the bed beside me and softly moved my head to her shoulder.
"How are you feeling honey?" She asked, running her hands through my hair.  If it was a normal day I would have closed my eyes in content and probably fallen asleep. But I was too wired to sleep.

"Where's Henry?" I questioned. Even with all that was happening I still noticed my little brother was no where to be found.

Dad pulled a chair up and instantly ringed his hands together. Something he did when his nerves were shot.

"He's at home sleeping. Mom is watching him,"
I lifted my head off Mom's shoulder and looked at both of them with disbelief, "You called grandma?"

"She was the only one we could think of at the moment," Mom whispered.

I swallowed down my bile once more and laid my head back on mom's shoulder. Mom didn't hesitate starting back up with playing with my hair.

We sat in silence for a long time before we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Dad called out for them to come in and when they did I could feel all the color drain from my face.

A man with a bald head and sagging eyes walked in wearing a police uniform and a look of confusion. I wanted to cry right now. Join the club buddy.

"Hello, I'm officer Shelton from the police department,I'm just here to ask a few questions,"

"Does it have to be right now?" I asked before anyone had time to say anything else.

Officer Shelton sighed, "I'm sorry ma'am. But we need to get the details at least an hour after the incident so we can record the most details,"

"It's been two," Dad replied deadpan.

"That's because I just got done talking with Hayden Christian,"

"Hayden?" Mom questioned,

I could feel a cold sweat beginning at my hairline and my hands began to shake. I sniffled softly. I couldn't cry right now.

"I thought you were with Cibil?" Dad asked next.
"Ummm, yeah,"

I didn't know what else to say. I was caught in my lie and I couldn't run from it. My headache was getting worse.

"Your boyfriend said you didn't text him when you got home. He tried calling and you never picked up. He said that was at least forty five minutes after you left. Where the elderly couple found you it seems you were attacked midway to your house, is this correct?"
I nodded and Officer Shelton began to write on his small notepad , "Do you remember what happened?"

I sighed, frustration and pain settling in. Joel and the look of hunger in his eyes. Joel and the look he gave me when I said his name. Joel looking exactly how I saw him the last time I saw him. Then there was blue eyes staring back at me. A first, they look at me with no emotion what so ever. A second later, the eyes changed. I passed out before I could figure how though. I looked down at my hands and I realized that I, myself, had started to ring them back and forth.

"Miss Nichols?"

I looked back up at the Officer.

"How about we start from the beginning?"
"Define beginning,"
"Camilla," Mom breathed out, stressed clear in her voice, "Just tell the man what happened. The sooner you do the sooner we can all go home."

I looked back down at my hands. What am I supposed to tell him when I don't even know what exactly happened myself? How am I supposed to explain that I found my boyfriends missing brother and passed out because of it? They'd think I was a nut case.
I sighed,"I don't know what happen,"
Mom's hand froze and Dads hands rang harder.
Officer Shelton coughed, shuffling his feet, "Are you sure? Did you smell something or maybe hear something?"
I gulped, "No, I remember leaving Haydens' house and then everything goes black. I must have hit my head pretty hard."
I glanced up at the cop and a look of disappointment cover his face. The dread that I began to feel made the nausea tens times word.
I clenched my teeth together which only made my headache worse and I wanted to groan in pain. Maybe if I complained about it enough they make the cop go away and I wouldn't have to deal with anymore question.
"Miss, have someone been following you the last couple days?"
"No,"
I couldn't stop myself. No matter how loud one part of me said to tell them, maybe it would make whoever is pulling this horrible prank stop. But the other part, the part that was being controlled by the pulling sensation towards the woods, was telling me to keep quiet. There was nothing the police could do.
"Are you sure? Because your boyfriend told us--,"
"Well he was wrong," I yelled,
"Cami," Mom whispered, grabbing onto my hands and holding on like she was getting ready to lose me.
Pulling away from my mother, who looked like would bust out into tears any minute, I crawled into the lumpy hospital bed and made sure my back was to everyone in the room.
I closed my eyes at the same time Officer Shelton sighed.
I heard him softly tell my father if I remember anything else to call then a few seconds later heard the door softly soft.
I sighed in relief and snuggled in deeper to the bed. I felt the bed dip down beside me and I felt, once again, my mother's fingers run through my hair. But this time I didn't welcome them.
"Mom, please. My head hurts," I said, pushing her hands away from my head.
Mom sighed and I felt her leave the bed.
"Camilla," Dad started, "You'd tell us if you were in trouble. Wouldn't you?"
I gulped soundlessly and kept my back to my parents. If I looked at them I knew I would crack. And I couldn't afford for that to happen.
"Of course,"
"Then you weren't lying when you said that what Hayden said wasn't true?"
"Dad, seriously, I fell,"
"I'm not talking about your fall,"
Guilt washed over me at what I knew I had to do. No matter how bad I wanted to tell my parents the truth I knew I couldn't.
"No, no one is stalking me. He's probably just drunk right now and thinking of a conversation he had with somebody else,"
"Promise?" Mom asked,
"Promise,"
My parents went silent after that and I took this time to let all the emotions from tonight finally crash into me.
I quietly began to cry and I put a hand over my eyes to keep my parents from noticing. All I could think about was earlier when my mother was holding my hands. It was almost like she was afraid that if she let me go that she would lose me forever. With flashbacks from the story Cibil told me to the black figure following me and Joel. All I can think of is, What if she already has?