Chapter 2
Tests, tests and more tests. Is there no end to them? I’m starting to remember the accident but from what I can remember, I know that I am very lucky to be alive.
It’s been four days since I awoke from the horrific nightmare. The car accident was what brought me here and now I dream about it. My mind is taunting me as well as haunting me. Simon keeps returning but nobody but me can see him. We talk and laugh which brings strange glances and weird remarks. If nobody can see him then it makes him mine. He will always be mine! He comes to me when I’m scared; when there is nobody there and it relaxes me and makes me somewhat overjoyed.
He walks into the room so carefully and elegantly; his deathly pale complexion sending my heart into a somersault before sitting down beside me and taking my hand. His skin is cold and his breath is icy. There is something about him that draws me in and I can’t figure out what it is about him that makes my heart beat so rapid when I see him. Then as fast as he is there I close my eyes, only to open them to find him gone and my, ‘uncle’ and ‘father’ as they call themselves, sitting in the two chairs in the corner.
Realization sets in that I will have to go to my home soon which means leaving my mystery boy Simon. Unless something happens I will have to go. A sigh left my lips waking Jared up.
As my dad realised I had awoken he began to approach me, creating the sound of gentle footsteps quietly echoing the shallow room that’s held me captive for so long. In an instance, his presence sheltered me, yet I didn’t feel the same warmth as when Simon surrounded me. Enveloping me in a warm embrace; my breath hitched in my throat and I could feel tears filling my eyes. I don’t understand why I feel like this. I hardly even know this man yet I feel like he’s been a part of my life since the day I was born. Well, obviously we’ve been part of each other’s lives but I can’t remember anything that happened before I woke up. They’ve tried to make me remember but 5 minutes after they tell me I forget again. I think he sensed my frustration and pulled away looking me in the eyes. His hazel orbs searching deep into my soul. What will he find apart from torture and confusion? We were interrupted by a rough banging on the door.
Screams erupted and they filled my ears so loud I thought they would burst. Looking to my once peacefully sleeping uncle, I realised why everyone was screaming. Ripping the IV’s out of my arms and needles out my flesh we bolted to the door. Unlocking the door we ran down the corridor in terror.
“What’s happening?” I shout in panic as I clutched onto the man’s arm for the sake of my life. People were running out the hospital doors, the outside world for safety, but we turned a corner instead. Stopping dead in my tracks I saw him. The evil smirk resting on his face while the blood flowed off him not seeming to notice. Filled with fear, I felt as if my body was not even there but my mind was elsewhere as I slowly walked towards him. I let go of my protector’s hand. “Delilah? Where are you going?”
His voice seemed distant until he roughly shook me back to reality. Looking back where Simon once stood I saw nothing. ‘Maybe I’m going crazy’ I thought to myself before running to my dad who had gotten to the fire escape doors.
I don’t remember much after then. It was all such a blur; too quick to understand anything. Looking around my room, I saw band posters and CD’s.
A knocking on the door was the last thing I was aware of until I crashed into an eventful slumber. Confusing as it is, flying high into the sky, I saw myself sleeping and my ‘dad’ lifting me and placing me into my bed.
