Golden-Jewelled Halos (What He Made Me #2)

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Dear Diary,

‘Darling, you’re a piece of art’

He whispered this in my ear one night, as he traced my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. I knew, from the moment he walked into my life that he would bring nothing but chaos with him, but… well I could finally understand why Eve would eat the forbidden fruit. Everything about him called to me, my body, my soul, on some level that even now I can’t understand. 

Riley

The light is painful. A sharp piercing sensation causing a horrid throbbing in my head. Even with the protection of my eyelids, the light is still painful. The surface I am led upon is soft and plush, though. The unforgiving light does however give off constant waves of heat, warming the top of my body ever so slightly.

I do not know how long I have been here, I seem to have no concept of time, and nor do I know where here is. I try to think back, to remember anything about the time between being here and being at the hospital – but the space where these memories should be is a gaping black hole.

It has since occurred to me that I can feel the heat upon my skin, I can feel the hard rigid structure of the metallic surface, and I even see the light behind my eyelids.

Those are senses I didn’t have before.

Then, I catch a snippet of his voice. My visitor from the hospital. His voice sends a chill down my spine, but I concentrate on his words.

“Why is she’s not awake yet? Why hasn’t she awoken, it’s been weeks?”

My visitor sounds annoyed, though also worried.

 “I’m sure she will awaken soon, but the trauma her body has endured can’t just cure overnight Dante, and by bringing her hear before changing her you only made things worse. I don’t know how long she will be able to survive here in the long run. But for now, our healers have assured me she is healthy, and that all she needs is to bring herself to the surface, and when she’s ready I’m sure she will.’

 This new voice is reassuring him, he sounds older, wiser. I hear my visitor give an irritated sigh, and then footsteps ascend towards me. 

I hear a door open, and so I carefully listen and count the footsteps towards me, concluding this is a small room with thickly carpeted floor. Now beside me, my visitor traces my face again as he had back at the hospital. The gesture struck me are overly intimate for someone who I have never meet, which had me on edge. Slowly the beeping of the machine takes on a slight increase of rate as I begin to grow scared by my current situation.

But it then occurs to me that I have more senses than before, and this as such suggests I am no longer in a coma.  The older man had said that I was fully healthy now, that I just needed to bring myself to the surface, and so this is what I do.

I focus entirely on opening my eyes.  The machines pick up on my increased brain activity, and he stops tracing my face. I continue to struggle to open my eyes, pushing and pushing, trying to open the lids which stop me from protecting myself.

 But then, just as I think I'm going to do it, that my eyes are going to open. My mind goes blank and I feel myself slipping, I faintly hear the machines and alarms going wild. I'm dying.

I hear him shouting, but to me they're like whispers as I fade away, him telling me he won't let me go, shouting for help. Then it all stops, all the noise is taken away. Now that sense is lost too. Then my sense of smell goes too and I can no longer smell his scent or even the sterilized smell of the room I am within. I feel all my thoughts fading, as I try desperately to hold on.