Into the Darkness

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is up!!!!  I'm so sorry for the wait I've been very sick the past couple days.  Chapter 3 should be up by Saturday.  Thank you for being very patient with me, and thank you for reading!!! 💜💜💜
-Lizzie

March 14, 2009

"John? I think she's waking up."  My eyes fluttered open.  Pain shot through my whole body when I tried to sit up.  I plopped back down on the pillows, my brain mixed up, and eyes foggy.  What had happened?  And why was I in the hospital?
"What's going on?"  I asked, the most confused expression on my face.  I switched glances between both of my parents standing in front of me.  It had to have been something serious if both my parents could tolerate being in the same room.  I tried to think back to last night, I was at work.  I went to take out the trash and......Holy Crap!!! 
"The alley, the girl, the gun, the hoodie, my car..."  I started rambling through everything that happened last night.  My parents looked at me fear plastered across their faces. 
"Honey?  You were in a car accident."  Mum announced, smoothing down my hair.  Car accident?  Had it all just been in my head?  No, I'm sure it was real, I think....... I tried to make sense of it all, but I couldn't stop thinking about the girl, she was dead.  Had they found her?  Notified her family that their daughter had been murdered in an alley behind a bar?  How was her family taking it?  They must be devastated. 
"That family must be distraught."  I mumbled.  That poor young girl, she would never get to see what life was really like. 
"What family?"  Dad questioned, his blue-eyed gaze falling onto my perpetual green ones.
"Nevermind..."  No one believed me about what I remembered, maybe I was going crazy.

I sat in the small bathroom, soaking in the tub.  It definitely helped the pain in my joints from the "accident".  I slowly pulled the plug, letting all the water suck down the drain.  As a child I used to love watching it make a tornado as it went down, but now I didn't even give it a second glance.  Wrapping the fleece white towel around me I stepped up to the small porcelain sink.  A small mirror sat above it.  When I looked in the mirror, my breath hitched.  My heart was beating abnormally.  Standing behind me, that black hooded figure.  I turned around swiftly, but there was nothing.  Turning back around slowly I let out an ear-piercing scream.  In the mirror, the figure had a knife held up above me.  I fell to the ground, trying to catch my breath I pulled on my hair.  My teary eyes flicked up to the door when it burst open.  Mum came running to me, holding me.
"T-the mi-mirror."  I sobbed through gritted teeth.  Dad walked over to it checking every inch of it.  He sighed, throwing his hands up in the air.
There's nothing here kiddo."  He said looking at me sympathetically.  I stared at the light blue tiles that covered the walls.  Had I imagined it?  Mum helped me get into some comfy pajamas.  Dad carried me back to the very uncomfortable hospital bed.  A nurse came, holding a needle, a really long needle. 
"This should help you sleep hun."  She said before sticking the needle into me.  I was about to protest, before I fell into a deep slumber. 

I awoke in the middle of the night.  The light from the hallway glowed through the bottom of the door.  I felt someone standing above me.  Dad? Mum?  I squinted, as to not let anyone know I was awake.  I couldn't see too much through the darkness.  But I noticed someone switching my IV's.  Nurses did that when the old one was empty, right?  But that was the problem, the bag wasn't empty.  The silhouette walked back to the door.  The bed squeaked.  Shit.  The figure turned back around walking over to the bed.  He gripped my throat forcing me to the wall.  I struggled with its gloved hand.  This was my chance to find out who it really was that's been torturing me.  I pulled down his hood, but underneath, it was wearing a black mask.  But I could see almond colored eyes staring back at mine.  It pulled its hood back up.  Throwing me against the wall before running out of the room.  A nurse ran through the door.
"Are you alright?"  She asked, checking my vitals.
"He was right here!  Didn't you pass him in the hallway?"  I asked pointing towards the door.  She shook her head and sighed.
"Miss Harper, have you been taking your medication."  She's of course talking about the ones; I've been taking since I was 7.  The Antipsychotics they prescribed me.  I never had friends, and I always talked to myself.
"Yes, I take the one in the morning, and the one at night."  She nodded.  I don't know why everyone has been so persistent about me taking them.  I didn't actually need them.  She quickly looked at my chart, before calling my dad and mum into the hallway.  I slipped quietly over to the door, pushing my ear up against it to get the slightest sound. 
"She's getting worse.  I think we should up her prescription.  Maybe take her to see a psychiatrist?" The nurse instated.  My parents agreed.  What did they mean I'm getting worse?  Maybe they are talking about the pain.  I didn't feel that much pain, and I never mentioned it either.  I heard footsteps walking back, I thought I would be quick enough to move from the door.  But I was sorely mistaken.  They opened the door, me standing in the middle of the cold tile floor.
"Good news dear, you are able to go home."  Mum said, twinkles dancing in her eyes.  Dad went to a bag in the corner that I never noticed before.  Pulling out a flowery dress and cardigan, a pair of pale stockings and flats.  The dress was a pastel pink, the color matched Mums pink professional like dress and dads tie.  Once I slipped into the dress mum curled my hair, putting on a fair amount of makeup.  It made me feel as though I were a doll a girl was dressing for play.  Once dad had signed the discharge forms, mum dragged me down the stairs toward the vehicle that sat in the minimally empty lot.  It was a small, but nice car. 
"Where do you want to go for lunch dear?"  Mum asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.  I shrugged.  I didn't really feel like eating.  Mum huffed, whilst dad sighed.  I loved my parents but they always had this estranged problem with wanting me to be the perfect child.  They had been like that with Mimi, my sister for the longest time.  That was until they found my sister dead after jumping off a bridge.  My sister always talked about the bunnies who talked to her, and the evil fairy that tried to control her like some sort of puppet.  I felt the car stop.  I must have fell asleep, as I don't remember coming here.  We sat outside an old two storied Victorian styled home.  It was white with black accents.  Mum drug me from the car to the big white doors that separated me from the inside.
"What's going on?  Where are we?"  Mum and Dad hugged each other and looked at me.  Last, I remember about my parents is they hated each other.  Mum had lived in a small cottage in south Dublin, And Dad lived in a flat up in higher end London.  Now they were here, hugging and kissing one another and living in the same house hold.  Mum fastened her hand around my wrist and pulled me inside.
"We brought you home."  Mum said with a sweet smile.  Dad popped up behind her with a tray full of tea essentials.  I looked around the large room.  There was a small living area and dining room, and then an arch that led to what looked like a kitchen.  Across from the front door was a stair case.
"You start seeing your psychiatrist tomorrow."  Dad said his eyes threatening me to defy him.  I glanced between the two of them. 
"This isn't home, I have a home and I want to go there now."  I huffed.  Mum started to say something but I wasn't finished.
"I am 21 years old you can't make me do anything I don't want to do."  I yelled, glaring at the both of them.
"You are our child and you will do as you are told!"  The man standing in front of me yelled.  My parents never yelled.  I didn't know who these people were but they were not my parents.  Fear pounded in me.  I turned on my heel and sprinted from the house.  The woman my "Mother" screamed.
"Go after her John!"  She cried.  I ran into the forest that was near the house, footsteps followed close behind.  I ran and ran till I hit a stream.
Maria! Come back this instant!"  I heard him yell.  Swiftly I forced myself cross the rapid stream.  I pushed and pushed; I was almost there.  But out of nowhere my foot became trapped and I fell, my head cracking on a rock.  My vision fogged, the smell of iron mixing with water.  I drifted down the stream.  The last thing I saw was the black hooded figure standing at the lake side watching, before darkness over took me.