Beaten

Seems answers is all we look for...

Sapphire's P.O.V

Tired.

That word kept running through my mind. I couldn't feel the pain anymore. I was just tired, tired of everything and everyone. Of all the lies and truths uncovered.

I knew I had to wake up soon from this darkness. I couldn't keep my eyes closed forever, evn though I really wanted too.

But I didnt dare move a muscle. Afraid that someone finding out that I'm awake and me having to answer everyone's questions.

Because that's all they want...answers to questions that will probably won't have an answer.

Even if I wanted to open my eyes I don't think I could. My eyelids were heavy, my hands and feet stationary beside my body. It's as if I didn't have control of my body anymore.

I was just really tired.

I knew however that sooner or later I'd have to open my eyes and face the questioning eyes of everyone wondering what happened.

Thing is... I can't remember.

Honestly, I can't. I've tried so hard to remember what happened back at the hotel with my mom. But I just can't. its as if my mind has blocked out that part. And all I end up getting is a headache.

I keep wondering what it is that she wanted. Why I see glimpses of her screaming frantically at me,waving her arms and even pleading... Why I see myself nodding and agreeing with her.

But most importantly... Why I see myself taking the knife she was holding out for me.

But when I try and make sense of it all my mind goes blank, the headache starts, and fatigue consumes me. Which makes it even harder for me to wake up

I take a deep breath and relax against the soft mattress preparing myself to open my eyes. But I can't seem to be able to do it. And when I try once more I see my mothers tear stained face, pleading while holding out a knife which I end up taking and then all I can see is darkness....

Aiden's P.O.V

Guilt... It's all I can feel as I stare at sapphire's sleeping body. I shouldnt have let her go back to the room alone! Not after all that's happened! She doesn't deserve this!

I rub my eyes and lean back in the chair wondering when she'll wake up. She has to wake up, there's a lot of questions that need answering. It seems as if that's all we've been doing. Searching for answers.

The doctor said she collapsed on the ground from a strong emotion, probably a panic attack and not from the minor stab wound on her left side. That she would wake up when her body was ready. But it's been three days already and all she does is stir in her sleep but she never opens her eyes.

Mom peeks through the doorway, coffee in hand. "hey honey, how is she?"

I don't bother answering because it's the same as yesterday and the day before. She nods and hands me the coffee while looking guilty as she looks at S. which makes me wonder what the reason is for her hostility towards her.

Night falls and my mom makes her way back to the hotel. And I get comfortable besides Sapphire on the bed. I don't even know why I do this, but I just need to be beside her and have her near me. Silently hoping that she'll wake up the next morning and yell at me for being some kind of pervert and pushing me off the bed.

I sigh and take a strand of her blond hair in my hands and twirl it around my fingers, and before I know what I'm doing, I find myself singing to her

"I'll find the places where you hide

I'll be the dawn on your worst night

The only thing left that I like