Don't Believe in the Pretty

In the hospital

You feel something soft and smooth beneath your finger tips. You start fidgeting, rubbing this soothing substance against the palm of your hand, you feel calm. You're now realizing it's fabric, soft on your skin, you find comfort.

'What is this,' you think drowsily to yourself.

It feels soft, smooth, silky... silk, it's silk sheets. What's that mean? You're in bed.

You try opening your eyes, but it's blurry, you close them again. You try lifting up your hand to rub your eyes, but you can't. You realize your arms feel numb. Your whole body feels numbs. Where are you?

You decided to open your eyes again, and blink a lot until your vision becomes almost completely clear.

You hear quiet mumbles as you search the room. You still can't see clearly, but you see three people in the room with you; one is very tall, looks like an adult male, a shorter one looks about your age, and sitting by the window looks like adult female.

You keep blinking and trying to focus, but you feel dizzy and a stabbing pain in the back of your head. You keep looking around; you're stubborn.

You hear them talking a bit more. Then you realize where you are. You're wrapped in cords, you hear crying, this can only mean one thing- you're dead.

Wait no you're not dead, you're just in the hospital
Wait a hospital with silk sheets.. uhm ok

You're watching the somewhat blurry figures as they start to make sense to you. It's raining out, you recognize the sounds of those heavy drops hitting the glass of a window; an obvious start of a storm.

"Is she awake?" You hear the shorter person mumble.
"Not sure," you recognize that voice. It's your dad.

The two walk over, and shorter lad leans over you bit, and you can see his face more clear now. You don't remember him, who is this?

The first thing you realize about him is the way his brown eyes have hints of green, and the way his pupils dilate when he looks at you rather than anything else.
His eyes look like a pond filled with green fish swimming in the warm dirty water of summer. You feel a sting of comfort, it brings you back home.

Your dad leaves the room, and the female walks over to you.
"Is she okay? Is she awake?" You can hear the pushy and assertive tone in her voice. Your mother.

Then, before you can process it, you hear a certain, velvety, strong but quiet voice.
"I think she's gonna be okay."

You feel weaker, it's getting dark, you rest your eyes and pass out.

You wake up hours later feeling much better, this time it's dark, must be nighttime. You glare out the window, you see lots of stars shimmering through the light clouds of tonight's sky.

You hearing murmuring coming from the hall, then a slimmer of light comes from the door that quickly disappears. The shorter unknown male has walked in, you feel enough energy to sit yourself up.

"W-Who are you.." you manage to speak, in a quiet, choked voice.

"Hey, hey, shh.." the velvet voice is so comforting, he places his hand on yours, and his face is lit up by the moonlight.

He has tan skin, dark brown hair, big puppy eyes. He looks so innocent, but the more you watch him the sketchier he gets.

"I am Rhys, I saved you from getting almost beaten to death." He said.

"B-Beaten-?" You whisper.
He nods.

You look up at him, and he looks away.

"I'll explain everything later, I promise. Just get some rest." He leaves the room.

You try to stay awake to protest, but you feel a wave of drowsiness sweep over you and by surprise you sleep for another couple of hours.

You wake up and the first thing you realize is the bright sunlight, shining through the pane of glass like honey pouring through the white cotton curtains draped over the small window.

The doctor comes in with a blank expression, and says you will be able to leave in a couple hours.

For the rest of the day you sit and overthink, a couple people coming in for a chat but quickly leaving.