There's Always A Reason

Chapter 2- Alex

A/N: I'm really hoping you guys don't hate this chapter.

Chapter 2

After the nurse finished sticking the full syringe into one of the hanging cords that ran from a bag and connected all the way down to my arm, she turned to me and continued talking. This time I caught some of what she said.

“I’m just so glad you’re awake,” she spoke out with genuine kindness.

My voice found its way back to me. “How long was I out for?”

“About ten hours, give or take,” This surprised me because it hadn’t even felt that long.

I didn’t know what to say after that. So I was thankful when she seemed to have caught on.

“I’ll just go run and get your doctor now, let him know that you’re fully alert,” she said steadily, before smiling again and leaving the room in a rush.

I wondered if she had to smile all the time for her job, or if that was really all just her.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was alone with them again. I sat there not really sure where to look and finally decided to look down and stare at the thin white material that covered my body.

It was the safest place in the room.

Seconds came and went as I bit the inside of my cheek softly; refusing to make any sudden movements. Because in that time I had finally figured it out.

I’d watched more than enough T.V. shows and movies at home about people claiming to have these experiences, and it became obvious.

I was seeing ghosts. Real, live- dead- ghosts!

I knew it was crazy, but it was the only thing I could come up with. There was no telling what they even wanted or what they could do – Because they could do anything, right? Just thinking about it scared the hell out of me.

In my peripheral vision I could see that they were still in the room carefully studying me. Aside from my heavy breathing and the beeping coming from the monitor, it was quiet. I wasn’t hearing their loud constant murmurings all going at once like before, or that slight tugging feeling. The ghosts just stood around awaiting a reaction. But I didn’t know what they were looking for.

My chest rose and fell with every breath I took and I noticed that I seemed to be calming down some, even though I was still on high alert.

Maybe I’m experiencing some sort of brain damage? Anything could’ve gone wrong. I thought, and nodded a little to myself. That could easily be it.

Either that or I’m really going crazy.

As if to confirm the fact, something started to happen.

It felt like an intangible presence was being gently lifted up from the back of my mind. It was a feather-light hovering sensation. Almost like someone had rubbed a balloon across my head and pulled up on it so that my hair would stick out. Only, this was internal and there weren't any balloons or hair involved.

Even though I wasn’t paying attention to everything around me at that point, I’d somehow managed to catch movement in my peripherals. I was still looking down and I noticed that the sheet that clung to me was now partially balled up beneath my hands.

I fought the urge, and forced myself not to look up. One half of me was trying so hard to hold onto the calmness that I was easing into before, while the other half so badly wanted to let go and look around.

After six fast paced breaths, I’d finally lost the battle and succumbed to defeat, silencing any internal protests. I chanced a glance to the right allowing my eyes to land on the square white and blue flecked tiled floor. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I slowly continued on.