Deal or no Deal?

Chapter 2: Ghost

There is a ghost here, a lonely heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could have been but never was.

Rumour has it, in shock people forget their emotions, they forget to breathe, lose control of their body. According to psychology, in psychological shock, a surge of adrenaline is quite common. Physical sickness, pain, difficulty thinking are symptoms. 

They say your chest might feel tight, and you may experience a disconnection from what is actually happening—like watching a movie of events, compared to actually being there.

So, what about seeing your body from the corner of the room? 

For Evelyn Bonneville, such a question held deep meaning, and with her heart beating louder than ever, or so she thought, after all, can you really feel your own heart when you have nobody? 

She felt it, every thump her heart gave, every line formed in the screen, her breath deepening. 

 I'm in nothing yet a dream. A dream.

Clouding her senses, fear held her in a captivating trance, hurling her further away from her mummified body, pushing her into denial, after all, you cannot possibly trust your brain at all times, right? 

A memory pulling to the surface, a girl losing her life after falling from the fourth floor of her building, reports stating said girl had screamed for hours about seeing rats, only there weren't any.

Rational thoughts were forgotten, screams filling her head, she bent forward, clutching her stomach, her chest squeezing painfully, her lungs unable to fill with air. 

Staring at her body, tears falling, her brown hair gone, possibly shaved or so the bandages spoke, her arms, legs covered in bruises, stitches, bandages. Her pale, scar-less skin now covered in dark scars. 

Wake up, wake up wake up.

Screaming in her head, begging for the nightmare to end. 

When I wake up, I'll laugh at this absurd dream.

It did not end.

Heart sinking, breaths stopping and eyes closing, nearly falling and it was the sudden entrance of a nurse to pull her attention. 

Said the girl's eyes scanning over a wooden board, walking silently towards her, messing with the tubes, writing on the paper, scratching noises her only source of comfort. Evelyn gave a soft cry of pain.

For a minute, she felt crazy, as though this was it, her mind has shattered, bringing her reality to the hallway of a dark ending, her insanity. 

Picturing herself dangling of the very edge of the cliff, holding on to the branch of a tree, pleading for rescue, the black monster roaring below her, climbing high, reaching out to her, then it did, its stronghold surrounding her, pulling her body down, her hand reaching out once more before the dark form covered her, leaving her with her demons in the dark.

And Evelyn could not turn away from it, flashing images, loud yelling, cries filled her head punishing her, reliving her past, painful visions of the past. 

Tears began falling, heart squeezed in a hurtful grip, the fire burning in her lungs as he struggled to breathe. So she never noticed him, coming, him watching her before speaking, "How are her vitals?" then she noticed him. "Stable." the girl answered. 

He wore a blue shirt, a white coat covering most of his form, in bright blue Doctor Marcus Dane. Speaking to her.

"Temperature?"- 

"Normal." He had an odd colour for hair, blond with hints of grey.

"Respiratory rate?"- 

"Unsteady." Lifeless green eyes

"Blood pressure?"- 

"160 over 50" pale-death skin

"Her injuries?"- 

"Steady healing." Voice deep enough to scare someone in the dark. Waves of dizziness hugged her, "Shall I send in the family?" the nurse spoke again, Evelyn reached for support, nearly falling on her body, placing her hand to her forehead, trying, failing to push the headache away. 

She never saw the nurse leave, how could she? When fire within her softly ended her. But she did hear him, calling out to her, 

"Your family is here."

Did his eyes flash red?