Instability

Welcome to the Dark I

Welcome to the Dark

“Time to take your medicine,” stated an elderly nurse in a white dress as she slipped through the door, pulling in her tray of medicine. 

She poured the contents of the medicine into a little cup while Thomas watched, his eyes wide with alarm, not wanting to experience the gooey substance sliding down his throat.

“Now, now, open up. You have to take this medicine to help you feel better.” The nurse spoke with kind words, slowly calming down the wide-eyed man, the fear slowly diminishing from his eyes. 

He opened his mouth and allowed the disgusting liquid to flow, closing his eyes to try and get rid of the burning sensation that followed soon after.

“‘Atta boy, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” The lady asked with a gentle smile gracing her wrinkled features.

‘I wonder if she knows what is really happening here…’ 

Thomas thought as he too allowed the corners of his mouth turn up into a genuine smile; one of the first real smiles that had appeared on his face in almost seven months, before his mother signed him to the hospital.

“Have a good day now, Thom.” She stated simply as she waltzed over to her cart and steadily pushed the squeaking trolley out and gently closed the door with a gentle thud.

 An exasperated sigh passed through Thomas’ lips as he lay back onto the soft bed, his eyes slowly drooping as the room started to blur together.

 “Thomas,” a gentle voice whispered in his ear as sweat started to slowly run down his forehead. 

‘Is someone in here? I…I can’t move.’

He thought as he strained his ears to the soft voice calling his name.

“Why did you do it? Why did you kill me?” The voice asked a little louder as Thomas’ eyes wondered around the room until it landed on an all too familiar figure standing by the barred window.

Eyebrows knitted together in confusion. ‘Sarah?’

The said girl only frowned at her brothers lack of response as she gracefully made her way towards him as if she were floating; gliding over the shiny, aqua floor.

“You really hurt me big brother.” She continued as she stopped at the foot of the bed.

‘I didn’t do anything! That driver was drunk! He ran me off that bridge! I-I didn’t mean for you to die.’

He thought as memories flooded his mind; music, laughter, the sound of tires screeching, a terrified and painful scream piercing throughout the night, followed lastly by the sense of drowning as water flooded throughout the old and beaten up ’92 red Holden ute.

The figure continued to scowl as her skin started to pale and slowly decay. Her once luscious brown eyes slowly grew hollow and cold as she continued to stare. Her once burgundy brown hair was now drenched and stuck to the side of her face as her clothes clung to her body.  

“You let me die.” She sneered, barring her yellow rotten teeth, before falling to the ground with a shriek of pain.

A single tear fell from Thomas’ eye as he slowly, but painfully sat up to peer over the edge of the bed, only to be met with his wide eyed reflection starring back at him. With a sniffle, Thomas fell back onto the bed with a thump as memories coursed throughout his mind, trying desperately to forget the fatal night when he lost his sister in the river.

Divers weren’t able to free her mangled body from the wrecked car, which leading to the heavy hearted decision of leaving her there. There was no way of retrieving the Holden after that night; it sunk to the deepest part of the river, shrouded in nothing but darkness and seaweeds. This is where Sarah’s decaying corps now takes solace. 

I am so sorry.