The demons inside

Chapter 2

I could hear voices talking among themselves, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I tried to open my eyes or to move, but that didn't work either. It was as if my body was paralysed or being held down by an invisible force. Then I heard the voices more clearly. "How is it possible? She should be dead right now from all the blood loss." Said a female voice that I didn't recognise. Another male voice responded to her. "I don't know. It must of been a miracle or something." What were they talking about? Me? They couldn't be. But then again, I do remember all the blood.

My senses slowly started coming back to me and I took a big gulp of air as I opened my eyes wide. I was immediately blinded by a scolding bright light. I brought my hands up to my eyes to cover them, but I couldn't move my hands. I squinted and looked down to my hands. They were in bandages all the way up to my forearm. I wiggled my fingers, but I was too weak to lift my hand. "She's alive!" Said a doctor who I hadn't noticed was there. Beside him was a nurse who, I presume, was the one who was talking about me. I look at them suspiciously.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" They laughed lightly. I looked at them in disbelief. "Stop laughing and answer my question!" I yelled at them. "Honey, you tried to commit suicide and for some reason, your body didn't want to give up. Your cuts have healed almost completely and the blood that you have lost has been restored. We brought you in and you were in critical condition. Almost dead. But now, you're perfectly fine." She smiled and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I can't imagine why such a young and beautiful lass like you would want to die, but thankfully you aren't dead. Now, your mother has been asking for you all day and night, so we'll let you talk to her." The doctors left and I was left sitting in an empty room. Or so I thought.

"It really was a miracle. I'm so glad you're alright." I jumped at the sudden voice and turned. In the corner of the room stood a tall and handsome teenager. He was probably about my age, 16, and had blonde, almost white hair. His eyes were an ocean shade of turquoise with flecks of gold and his lips were plump and pink. He had high cheek bones and his cheeks were a rosy pink. The whole of his face, besides his rosy cheeks, was a pale and almost creamy tone that could only be described as coconut milk.

He smiled at my awe stricken face and dimples appeared in his cheeks. I thought I would faint. He was so beautiful and exotic at the same time. There was a glint of admiration in his eyes but his whole face feature turned to a rather panicked and surprised look.

"I've gotta go." He said almost too fast for me to register. "But, I don't even know your name!" I shouted to him. But he was already gone. Just then, my mother burst through the door with mascara lines running down each side of her face.

"Oh," she said before dashing over to my bed and sitting beside me. "Why? Why would you do or try to do something like this?" She asked as new tears formed in her eyes. She put her arms around me as she started to cry again. I hugged her back and for some reason I couldn't find it in me to cry. My mind was still fixated on the boy with blonde hair. I could still see his turquoise eyes staring at me and his smile lingering in my memories. I sighed. I wonder who he is. Me and my mom broke our hug and then the same male doctor came in.

"Since your cuts have healed, Leah, you are able to leave the hospital. Your mom can give you the change of clothes she brought for you and you can go change." I smiled and nodded to him. "Thank you doctor." My mother said, her voice still wavering a bit. My mom got off of the bed and brought a duffle bag over to me. The doctor left us. "I brought you some different kinds of clothes. I didn't know what exactly you wanted." I smiled at her. "Thank you mom. I really appreciate it."

I took the clothes into the bathroom and I took off the thin and exposing night gown. I realised that I was only wearing my bra and panties underneath. I hope it was my mom who changed me and not some doctor. I shuffled through the bag before pulling out a pair of dark wash American Eagle jeans, and a black, tight tank top. I throw the clothes on and stepped out of the washroom. My mom was standing in the middle of the room with her purse, secretly whispering to the doctor. I grabbed my bag of clothes and I walked over to my mom. When she saw me, she suddenly shut up and the doctor and her broke away from eachother.