Not Like The Others

Chapter Twenty Five- Recovery

Go read The Bell Jar by Slyvia Plath xx

I am sitting in a plane, coming back from a three week holiday in Seattle and was so happy for the spare time to finish writing this off!! Hope everyone had a fab Christmas and New Years :)
Enjoy

Mel POV

I woke up two days later.

I had no idea where I was or if I was safe, but all was quiet, not a sound to be made.

I was lying on my front, tangled in ivory sheets. Upon closer inspection, I noted that the sheets were artistically dappled in blood, all in their own different stages of drying out. The majority of them had a dry, old look to them, they had long since exited my body and mingled with the sheets. The newer ones still held the essence of life in them, still in the process of expanding themselves and turning the snowy sheets a beautiful ruby red.

My mind was slow to warm up, eventually getting its act together and deciding to send me memories of the last couple of days. I lay there absorbing all this reintroduced information, hungrily awaiting the next snippet that my brain would reveal. It was like going from extra fast broad brand to dial up, it was excruciatingly slow.

I eventually gathered that my brain was slow due to some massive injury or trauma, but had yet to give it up.

I let out a small sigh, stretching and simultaneously rolling over onto my back, only to regret instantly. A agonizing pain sung out from the depths of my back, pleading me to stay still and let it rest up.

I held my breath as the pain soldiered on, eventually dying down to a low thrum. I knew it was there, but it was small enough to push past and ignore. I must have really done some damage.

I braced myself for the return of the pain as I pushed myself into a sitting position, my eyes watering as my back screamed out at me.

I headed towards the door directly in front of me, opening it cautiously, but it was completely empty, with only bathroom tiles and my reflection in the mirror to greet me.

I looked a complete mess, with several yellowing bruises and small cuts smattering my face. My hair was absolutely everywhere and there was blood matted to it, but what scared me the most was how dead my eyes looked. Two dull orbs of green stared back at me, with just enough spark in them to call me alive and somewhat functioning.

I don't know how long I stared into my eyes for, but eventually they came a bit more recognizable. Memories were floating around my head, slowly settling down and lining themselves up so that I could read then more comprehensively. Once I had recalled the last three days, I then went over to the door and locked it, coming back to the mirror and shrugging my clothes off as fast as I could.

Once I was fully naked I assessed my body from head to toe, noting and storing all my bruises and cuts to memory. I needed to know exactly where I was weakest so that I could defend them. The gash on my arm was neatly stitched up and I knew that it would scar, but that didn't bother me. It was fully restoring my strength and healing my back that concerned me. I was at a weak spot and I needed to get out of it.

Turning around so that I could see my back, I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips.

I looked like I had been mauled by a grizzly bear.

Three long, jagged lines stretched out over the span of skin on my back, each one looking red and angry. I stretched my back and they protested profusely, but I held up, concaving myself inwards so that the skin on my back was fully stretched.

"Fuuuck." I hissed through my clenched teeth, feeling the gashes on my back reopen up. Bingo.

I stood upright again and braced myself against the sink as a wave of dizziness enveloped me. I was weak and the pain was trying to make me pass out.