Scream [completed]

Chapter 39 (Becca)

        This chapter is, well; oh my. The last chapter was probably a shock to some people but that was the aim in the chapter. The writing process of the last and this chapter was incredible and also nerve racking. I really hope you enjoy this chapter and have enjoyed "Scream" so far. Writing this book has really showed me that actually completing something of such importance gives you an amazing feeling; especially when people take notice to it. Please share and vote for my story. Thank you so much for reading this. Honestly, I can't thank my readers enough. For this book to even get one read, I am so grateful. I really do hope you all like this little chapter. Thanks again. xxx Mona

        Several days went by but Silas stayed un-moving. His breathing was always light and shallow. When he passed out a few days ago, the doctors had ordered for him to stay in a hospital room. I knew that I couldn’t let him stay in a hospital for humans, since, well; he’s not human. The moment I saw him drop to the ground, I fell to my knees and cradled his unconscious body in my arms. Before he fell, I had been at his side and the last words he had said to me were “I healed her.” Of course I had no idea what he had meant at the time, but now, I understood. He had healed my mother of her cancer. How? I didn’t know. I was going to ask him if he woke up. When he woke up, I corrected myself. When he had fallen to the ground, I had felt all my nerves jolt awake and all my senses had gone on high alert. The dry, ache in my throat, when I had called for his mother’s assistance, is still fresh in my memory. The churning feeling in my stomach is still alive in mind. I had yelled so loudly that I had thought my vocal chords were going to snap. The familiar feeling of every hair on my body, standing on its end was present, and I recall my entire body being flooded by a mix of emotions. Pain, hope, terror, shock and love were all swarming through my veins in that short moment. His mother; Erin, had been at my side to aid Silas in a matter of seconds after my call for help. When she had seen the state that Silas was in, her entire face had gone pale and she looked as if she was going to faint. Hell, my face had probably looked the same. She had told me leave him for her to take care of. I trusted her with Silas of course; considering that she was his mother, but I still trailed behind her. She had brought him to an empty room and specifically told all nurses and doctors that she was the only one to be allowed to treat Silas. Silas’s father; Dean, Troy and I were the only visitors allowed in the room. Today is the fourth day since he passed out, and he has still not woken up. I sit by his side everyday and wait for him to wake up, but he never does. “Silas, please wake up.” I rested my head on his chest. I listened to his weak but steady heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump. I thought of how lucky I was to have Silas in my life. He heeled my mother and relieved me of that pain; I still don’t know how he did it. His parents and friend is clueless as well. Troy did have a theory though. He had told me that it was possible that Silas had transferred a small portion of his immortality into my mother. Troy said that it was a close to impossible thing to do, but it has been successfully done before. Whatever Silas did, he had helped my mother and me. He is a man who is full of surprises and magnificence. He sacrificed his health for my mother and I was truly grateful. My heart poured for him and I loved him with every inch of my soul. The once clouded thought is now clear. I love Silas Michelson, and he loves me back. With my ear still rested on his chest, I continued to listen to his heart beat. I thought to the first day I met him. Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes. Thump, thump, thump, beeeepppppp. I jolted my head up and looked to the screen of the heart monitor. His heart had stopped beating. Nervous sweat trickled from my forehead and my eyes widened with shock. I thought my head was going to explode, I felt as if my soul was being torn into pieces, I felt cold. Running out of the room I yelled “Erin; Dr. Michelson!” She was by my side in a moment. “His heart... It just stopped.” I croaked. I broke out into tears and she ran into the room. Placing her stethoscope to his chest, she waited and listened. Her hands were shaking and she flung the stethoscope to the side. Without a word, she ran over to the side of the room and grabbed a defibrillator. Rubbing the two metal blocks together she yelled “Clear!” I wasn’t sure if she was saying it as a habit or if it was actually necessary to say; even when she was the only doctor in the room. The thought left my mind as quickly as it came when the heart monitor beeped back to life.