The sounds were faint. Inaudible. Like words being spoken underwater. I guess that's what happens when your popping in and out of consciousness.
The voices, or voice, became clearer. It was..... my name.
"Violet. Oh sweetheart, can you hear me". After a sigh the voice continued.
"Now you respond this instant or.. or your grounded for life. Do you understand young lady"?
Like a jolt ran through my body, only then did I fully awaken. Just like all those 6 am mornings when I would mutter incoherent words under my breath and slide off my bed. But this time something was different. My bed was unusually hard and my wrists were cold almost like there was steel wrapped around them. At first I thought it could be my mother's hands. Oh how I wish it had been.
"Mom?" I seemed to say. But the voice coming out could not have belonged to me. This voice was raw and animalistic. Almost as if it hadn't been used and was testing the waters.
"Oh sweetie, your awake". She seemed happy about this for a couple of seconds before her lips flipped to a frown.
"You sure took your sweet time. Selfish Violet. Well when we get home young lady, there will be no t.v., Internet, cellphone, friends, food, maybe even bed...."
My eyes were so focused on mom that I didn't even notice the two oversized males standing on opposite sides of the hospital bed. As mom was going on and on, listing everything I wouldn't be able to do, one of the hulks slammed his fist on a nearby table, grabbing moms attention.
"Now, Mrs. Cornwell, you know the rules. Rule #53 on the contract clearly states that all injuries obtained in 'the ring' do not allow for permission to be sent home", he finished.
After staring at me for quite sometime he continued to speak. "Now do I need to call a nurse to escort you out or... "
And I never heard a reply. I turned my head, the only movement that didn't seem to hurt, and saw her slowly slump her shoulders and walk out of the room. Not one word of a goodbye or an explanation as to what the hell was going on.
I felt my throat start to clog up and a stinging behind my eyes. Typical.
But I wasn't sad because of her departure or her behaviour. The twisting in my gut let me know that whatever situation she was leaving me in was horrible enough to make me want to make like a toddler and cry for my mommy.
That was the last time I was ever allowed to see her.
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The Ring
Mystery / ThrillerA legend. That's what Violet Cornwell is referred to by every passer by. Right before they duck their heads and avert their eyes from her. But... She doesn't remember being a legend. She doesn't even remember being sent to this place. The only memo...
