Rose Velvet

Pt 4: Stitches

The beeping sound of a machine eoched through the room, bringing life back to my body. My vision blurred, as I struggled to open my eyes, I looked up at the white ceiling and a small monitor came into view at the corner of my eye. A single green line was displayed on the screen that jolted upward every few seconds, ‘hospital? How did I get to the hospital?’

“How do you feel?” a soft voice said from beside me. I turned my head slightly to the source of the sound and saw a nurse dressed in all white, staring at me through bright blue eyes, “like shit” I groaned and shifted a bit. “That’s expected, with the stuff you went through, it’s a miracle you’re alive kid”

“How am I so alive?” I asked as the memory of my throat literally being slit open ran through my mind. “You’re kidnapper didn’t hit anything vital so you would have been alive for a while after the incident” she said and as the scene of Mark and James’ body hitting the floor played in my head.

“But I pass out, I remember passing out” I said and sat up slightly. “You passed out from blood loss, as I said the person didn’t hit anything vital”

“Wait, h-how did I get here?” I asked as she poked around at the medicine on the bed side table. “Someone dropped you off last night and left sweetheart, any idea of who it might be? Because there was no one, living or dead at the scene, when authorities got involved.”

I ignored her question completely, I did see Mark and James hit the floor, but I don’t know how, or who, I was half dead, give me a break.

“Someone dropped me off here? Who?” I asked and furrowed my eyebrows. “I’m not sure love, but I’m pretty sure it was a male” She said and handed my a little cup with two pills, “it’ll help with the pain” she smiled sweetly.

“Wha-” I started speaking but was cut off by a female voice coming from behind the nurse, “Rose.”

The nurse stepped a side and revealed my mother sitting with her legs crossed on the couch opposite my bed. I rolled my eyes as I caught sight of my father sitting next to her and my sister leaning against the wall, ‘why are they here, like they care, they probably wish I was dead.’ The nurse left the room and my mother looked directly at me, “wha-”

“Stop, I don’t want to hear it, it’s all lies any way.” Crimson scoffed and rolled her eyes, “can we leave now?” she asked as she glared at me. “Please do, I don’t any of you here” I said and turned to face the wall. Silence filled the room for a few seconds, then I heard soft shuffling and the door close, ‘thank fucking god.’

Fast forward a couple days to when I was discharged, I got home and was totally mute, as I got out of the car, our neighbors stared in horror, I smirked slightly as I felt their fear basically bounce off the walls, for some reason their fear thrilled me, their thoughts of me being ‘dangerous’ made me want to hurt them so much more, their fear drove me insane.

My wounds weren’t completely healed but they were stitched up and the hospital bored me so I wanted to leave. Since the ‘incident’ I hadn’t seen my reflection, for some reason the hospital would not let me see myself, which I did not understand, what could be so horrible?

I dragged my feet along and sluggishly walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I opened the door and walked to my mirror immediately. My skin was smooth and white with a tint of light grey, my hair was still it’s natural blue/ black colour, but the red at the ends we're now completely burnt black. My grey eyes were now so..big and..pretty..i loved it.

I raised my shirt slightly and started at the stitched wound on my stomach, “these string things are so ugly” I said as I played the string between my fingers, “let’s get  them off.” I skipped happily to my bed and raised my mattress slightly, grabbing the sharpened kitchen knife I had stashed under there. I walked back toward the mirror and look at myself one more time, “my skin is so pretty” I said and touched my face gently with the tip of the knife.