What He Made Me

Chapter 3 - Confusion

Chapter 3 - Confusion

Slowly the haze begins to lift, and colour registers through my eyelids. I’m awake, I realize. I’m not dead. The haze continues to lift, and feel amazingly alive and strong. My senses seem to have heightened, I’m still coming out the haze, but already my sense of smell is so strong that I can even smell the mud nearby as it is attacked by the heavy rainfall I can hear. Then, I catch a snippet of his voice. My visitor from the hospital. I know I’m not there anymore; I can no longer smell the sterilized smell of the hospital or hear the beeping of the machines. I’m somewhere else, and so why is he here with me? Have Hayley and John taken me home, have I recovered?

I begin to sink back into my questioning but then my ears pick up on his voice again, he’s nearer now, though still not in the room with me. “She’s not awake yet! Why hasn’t she awoken, it’s been weeks!” My visitor sounds anguished and annoyed as well as worried. “My prince, I’m sure she will awaken soon, her mind was greatly damaged, and it will have taken awhile for the blood to fix that before it could begin the transformation.” This new voice is reassuring him, it sounds older, wiser.

I realize that what they are saying isn’t true, because I am awake. I’m aware of their conversation and the rain coming down outside. I take a deep breath. The wise man said my damaged mind was fixed, his words insisted that when I awoke my mind would be fixed. So would that mean that I was no longer in a comma? The thought excited me, oh how great it will feel to be able to see again, and move my joints at will! Instantly I try to open my eyes, and with no effort at all they pop open. I gasp in shock as the light hits my eyes.

I can see every tiny detail of the room around me. I seem to be in some sort of bedroom, a very elaborate one. The walls are white and gold, decorated with the type of paintings you’d expect to be hanging at the national gallery. I slightly shift my head to the side, and see that I am led on a king-sized bed, dressed in what appears to be a white full-length dress. Like the kind of bed clothes the higher class girls wore to bed in the Victorian days. I blinked serial times, taking in the scene.

Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are Hayley and John?  I begin to panic, and shift again trying to move off the bed. But, my joints protest to the movement after so long of being neglected. I push forward and find myself instantly on the other side of the room, I look around stunned and confused, how had I got here? It’s at this point that my visitor and who must be the wise man I heard talking before come bursting into the room. “She’s awake! She’s awake! I felt it!” My visitor shouts, I cower into the corner, as they search the room. Instantly my visitor’s eyes set on me and I gasp in shock and fright.

He looks just like them. But he can’t be! He can’t be! I take in his amazingly handsome face and tall well-toned body. His strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones form a stunningly sculptured face; his dark hair is unruly and curls around his ears. He wears a black v neck top which clings to his body showing his hard abs. Dressed in all black, and impossibly tall and sturdy, he looks strong and powerful. But as the glowing undertone to his inhumanly pale skin registers in my mind, and I scatter back into the wall, backing myself into a corner. He looks just like the creatures in my nightmare from when I was in a comma, the creatures that set my home alight. That killed my parents. The demons.

But, his eyes are not the same, they hold emotion, and are a dark dancing green instead of the deathly dark black in my nightmare.

He watches me as I grow frightened and sink into the wall, staring at him. “What is wrong with her?” He demands from the wise man. I would look to put a face to the voice I heard earlier, but I couldn’t bring my eyes aware from my visitor. He’s dark green eyes are hard but twinkle with...worry? Concern? Normally I could read emotions like you do a book, however, annoyingly I can't seem to pin down the emotions in his eyes, and his face is completely blank.