Deal or no Deal?

Chapter 3: Can't see myself in the mirror, does that mean I'm not really here?

All I see is red. Now I'm drowning, no one can help me.

Red, red, the color of fire and blood, associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power and passion even love. Now it was the color of fear.

'Did his eyes flash red?'

Wilds thoughts run in her head and when the door burst open, crashing into the wall, the collision responding with a bang, it pushed her reality with visions of the roaring dragon, mind-numbing pain throwing her off balance, a woman passed through her. 

Her bright red hair flaring in the air. "Oh Evelyn, my child." Wails weighing down on the girl, clutching the body for dear life. "Mrs Bonneville, if you could just sit down," Doctor Marcus spoke, his voice filled with annoyance, eyes bare with anger. 

But Evelyn had other words for the woman. "Oh, shut it will you, March?"

No one heard her.

To Evelyn it seemed conspicuous, Doctor Marcus did not seem to enjoy the outburst, the loud wails of the woman or her, sweeping black hole of unwanted emotions, abstract reaction to her step-daughter's condition. 

Though, she did notice when he stepped through the door, standing proud as ever, gazing at his step-sister's form in distaste. 

Speaking with little to no interest, Alex's voice bounced off the room walls. "Doctor, what can we expect?"

"When she came in, her condition was in severe danger. She had lost a great amount of blood, her right arm had been crushed under the weight of the car. She had acquired a large gash on her left leg. However at the current moment, we have taken care of her minor injuries, her blood level is steadily being restored, the muscles in her arms were severely ruptured and we had to perform surgery. The gash in her left leg has been stitched up but the damage will take some month to heal." he stopped, carefully gazing at the others to see if they heard. 

"The bad news is she took severe damage to her head, she is in a vegetative state."

His voice, emotionless, as though it was nothing to fear for, a feeling of dread rushed through her. Tears were ready to fall, the anger slowly being thrown away. 

But her eyes never tore from them and she watched, captivated with the pull of their very presence, watching as March burst into more tears, watching as Alex spoke with dissatisfaction, watched as her mummified body lay frozen in its place, begging for a miracle to change her destiny.

And so, she didn't care, didn't feel the hard burn, didn't feel the sting as the doctor left.

"Heavens, she is a troublesome child." March's harsh voice reaching her ears, pushing forth the hurtful pain deeper in her heart.

"All that crying ruined my face," her cold eyes gazing at her step-daughter's frozen form. 

Tears forming in her eyes, pulling her hands to her face, she let tears fall, no one could see her no one could speak to her, no one.

She shall be alone now, stuck in this form until the reaper comes for her when her hands got cold, and her breath sojourns, her heart laying still in her chest and her final thoughts left unheard, perhaps then she shall find peace.

 Maybe.... Maybe but her heartfelt heavy, her mind racing, her demon forming, whispering in her ear. Filling her with rage, hot fiery rage, placing her form in the fire. She had to fight, she had to.

She had to fight for her herself, for her life but....but how?

Coldness swept in her, her heart-stopping, breathing shallow, knees giving way, she felt herself fall. Her lungs gave way, hopelessness entering her, pushing her deep into the waters of loneliness, drowning her in her sorrow. 

And she felt it, the cold touch, the deep pull, her nose filling with water, the very sensation of it, pushing her to insanity. 

Darkness covered her vision, thrown her off balance and maybe she fell or maybe she didn't, she could not feel except for the drowning sensation of her loneliness.

Then a voice called. "Hello, Evelyn."