They Call Me Cold Hearted

Chapter 19

Its been 2 days in "the ward" and my scull turns out to have cracked. Major right? But apparently, it was not even a big deal.

Now I lay here, and see the door open. I am one of the closest patients to the door. This means I will be one of the next to leave, I have learned.

The bandage around my head covers up a large amount of my whitish hair.

I sigh and sit in my bed as usual, no one here to talk to, which is a new desire, because I tend to wish people away.

Christian walks into the room and see's me. He doesn't do anything different, he just walks to the office and begins speaking to Miss Williams. I try to listen in, but Christian closes the door.

I frown and look at the cast like substance on my abdomen. I knock on it.

I don't feel anything, but I wish that it would come off.

I watch through the window and I see Christian look out of it. I shift my eyes away quickly.

After a few minutes, Christian walks out of the office and begins walking over. He passes my bed, but stops.

"Avery?" He asks.

"Yes?" I respond, with no idea what to say.

"Um, how are you, I'm sorry I forgot you were even here." He says. I am taken aback. No one forgets me, I won't let them. I pretend not to be hurt and shrug, patting the scratchy ward sheets.

"I've just... been here." I say, half smiling. Christian smiles.

"Well, we have had an abnormally large amount of attacks, so get well soon, we, uh, need you." He says. Then turns and walks deeper into the ward. I yawn and shrink deeper into my bed.

They need me. I think to myself. I have never felt important before, or needed. I have just been Avery Rasacowsky, or Avery, or Rasacowsky, or the girl who trips people on purpose.

I feel a sudden surge of self importance swarm inside of me and warm me up.

I smile to myself, which I don't often do.

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"It looks like you're allowed to go." Miss Williams says. I nod and leave the Ward. I have no idea where to go, but guess left. I eventually find my way to the atrium of level 130, and begin to go to level 115.

By the time I have reached the level, I am out of breath and feel tired.

"If it isn't Avery." Someone says. I look up abruptly and see Brady standing a few feet ahead, smirking. I scowl.

"Since when were you down here?" I ask. He laughs.

"What a welcome." He looks at me with a sneer. "I have been down here since your little stunt. Although I appear to have made my own... dent in the community." He says. His face looks evil, and I realize his eyes are positioned on my head. I reach up and self-consciously feel the bandage. Brady steps closer, I step away.

"Are you afraid of me Avery?" He asks.

My eyes flick from the first door I see and back to him.

I do fear him. He has power that you wouldn't believe. I stare at him, trying to hide the fear and keep it from my face.

"No." I say in a small voice. I am surprised at the sound, the fright so strong I can't control it. Brady sneers harder and steps yet closer. I whimper so quietly that I am the only one to hear it.

I step back until my back hits the wall behind me. I am frozen as Brady walks closer. I rub my lips together, trying to think hard.

I look into his eyes in a dead stare.