The Veil

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Third Week of November

The week I got back home, was not a good week for me. 

Not only had I found out my parents were murdered by my grandpa, trying to save me, I'd seen my parents again, really seen them. It had been a memory shown to me by Lindsay but they looked real, more real than a video on my computer screen, more real than the photos and more real than my memories. I'd spoken to them. I'd actually spoken to them and they could hear me, see me. 

On top of this, Lindsay had to leave, she'd fulfilled her part and she was allowed to leave, I didn't know how it worked, why they'd made her leave me alone, all I knew was that I wouldn't see her again. 

I'd thrown my moms diary off my bed the second I'd seen it, no desire to find out more about myself right then. 

Tom wanted me to read it, he'd picked it up and put it on my desk before he walked out my room, he'd come back later that evening and taken it for himself, he'd tried talking to me but I'd just turned around on the bed to face the wall. 

I had shut everyone out since getting back from the hospital. 

It wasn't a good idea but it also wasn't really my idea. My brain decided it wasn't going to communicate for now. 

It had held together in the hospital, keeping the doctors and nurses from worrying, keeping my friends from worrying, but as soon as I'd walked through my bedroom door, it had shut itself down.


I couldn't breathe, again. 

It was like day one all over again. My lungs weren't working. 

The wounds that had spent three years healing themselves, with the help of Tom, Jade, Andrew, living in Eastrose, finding more than friendship in Tom, had reappeared with a vengeance. 

To add to the holes that had already riddled my body, were some new internal scrapes and bruises. 

Lindsay left. 

I wouldn't ever see Lindsay again. It was like she'd died. Which I guess is what she'd done. I loved her and I'd never again be able to laugh with her again, never be able to see her face light up like my own when presented with sugar. 

Another internal bruise, was the guilt. 

The guilt I felt over Tom, he seemed to be suffering too, he had no idea how to help, and he'd periodically come into my room, grab the plate of uneaten food from earlier in the day, and replace it with new food, in hopes that I'd eat. 

He'd tried talking to me, begging me to tell him what he could do to help me, but all I could do was shake my head and keep my eyes on the floor. 

He'd sigh sadly and leave me alone. I could hear him talking to Jade and Andrew, trying to find ways to help me. Wondering occasionally if I needed a doctor. 

After five days, Tom had left my room after almost shouting at me to eat something, I'd heard him slide down the door and sit there. 

"She seemed fine in the hospital, not good but not, not like this." I heard him whisper to someone. 

"She's not stupid Tom, she's actually incredibly smart if you hadn't noticed, what do you think would have happened if she'd broken down like this in the hospital, she'd have been thrown straight in the psych ward and pumped so full of drugs she wouldn't have known her own name. We would have never seen her again." Andrew whispered back, he must had sat down across the hall from him. 

"I need to do something, I need to help her somehow." Tom mumbled back. 

"She just needs time dude, after what she's been through she needs time. She's one of the strongest people I know, she'll come back to us." He mumbled, sounding more worried than his words suggested.