Mind Controlled

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

After I rested in the most comfy nurse bed I have ever been in there were flowers on the table with I card.

I thought it would have been from Isiah since he's been so nice and shit but when I opened the card I looked down and it said from Danny.

I missed Danny so much. A tear trickled down my cheek. I read the card.

'Dear Angela,

I hope your okay, miss you heaps. Get well soon okay.

Love Danny'

Awh, cute. I put down the card next to the flowers and looked at the gorgeous yellow and red daisy's with white and pink roses with some of the fern looking things.

"Admiring your flowers now are we?" I voice fondly familiar. Young, a bit high with a soft of low.

I turned my head and met a gaze with hazel eyes with a bit of orange. He smiled happily.

"Isiah, what do you want?" I smiled, glad that I'm not alone.

"I was just checking up on you. Your going to be fine apart from your bruising, but your brain ...." He looked down and twiddled his fingers. I could easily tell he was struggling.

What was wrong with my brain? I remember everything clearly. I don't get it. Brain damage? Cracked skull?

"The object that slammed into your head was pretty hard and definitely metal. The large impact on your brain is terrifying for us. Angela, you could've died!" His arm was extended towards me. He eyes filled with all these emotions.

Sadness. Guilt. Worry. Betrayal.

My heart pounding, the sound blocking my ears. My head dizzy feeling sick. The room felt like it was twirling. I didn't know what to do.

The light thin hospital blanket felt heavy. Black dots filling my view. What was happening?

An intense pain on the lower right of my stomach as if I was getting stabbed. Isiah was the only one in the room, He wouldn't possibly....... He couldn't....

"Nooooooooooo!!" A voice in the distance. I think I was losing blood somehow. I couldn't think or work out who it was but it was definitely male.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." I think it was Isiah. Crying? No he doesn't cry, does he? His words bumpy and full of pain and hurt.

I couldn't take it anymore. I might as well die now. The pain is increasing. Throbbing feeling in my throat.

My eyes blurred out. I slowly fluttered them shut as the last tears fell down my gentle pale cheek.

I lose my breath. Pain all over me. Throbbing throat. Hurt and disgrace filled me.

I'm dying.

-Caleb's POV-

"ANGELA! NO! PLEASE!! NO, JUST DONT! HEEELLLP!!" No! She can't die now!

Ahhhhhhh! Please don't leave me! Please. My eyes started to blur as I lay my eyes on the knife still stuck in her lower right stomach. A hand gripping on.

Following the arm. Isiah. SHIIIT!

"YOU BASTARD! WHAT DID YOU DO?! FAAAAAAR OUT! IM GONNA KILL YOU!" that son of an idiot! My voice full of anger straining to keep it strong.

"I'm ..s-s-sorry...." Isiah was straining to talk as well. Betrayal and apology in his hazel eyes. This can't be happening.

I fell to my knees as a painful stab cut through my skin on my right lower shoulder on my back. I turned around slowly, pain increasing by the second.

Brock.

"You like my special spy here?" Brock wore a cocky smile.

"Arggh!" The throbbing pain on my back was killing me. I need to save Angela!

"Struggling?" He chuckled evilly

"I'll make sure the both of you definitely die slow and painfully." His footsteps closer towards me.

She pulled out the knife. Blood dripping down my back. A cold shiver was sent up my spine. My hands turning pale. "Argh!" I let out.

"No!" Isiah turned looking at me and then glaring at a view above me.

"What you made me do was the biggest regret of my life. You little evil bastard. Controlling my life since you got hold of me. I'm not gonna let that happen so get out and go to hell because you don't belong here!" He was determined but I couldn't tell what he was going to do next.

Blocking his emotions. His face and eyes unreadable.

"Ha! You think you can save them now? They're. Going. To. Die. Now!" Hatred and disgust written all over Brock's face.

I was hopping Isiah would hurry up and help us. Angela is almost dying. Her heart beat growing slower and slower shown on the machine. Her beautiful fragile face growing more pale by the second.

"Shut up! Just fricken get out of here now! GUARDS!" Isiah called out to the guards and 4 of them responded straight away and were here in seconds.

There were 3 more guards that came 10 seconds later. They helped me and Angela with the wound. It was impossible to help Angela now! But she has to survive she can't die now!

Jamie and Shania ran in. They were puffing and out of breath.

"What happened?!" Jamie's voice filling the room. Her eyes scanning the room until she past Angela.

"ANGELA!" Both Shania and Jamie shouted out.

Two of the guards, one blond with green eyes and the other brunette with dark brown eyes.

The guards held them back from Angela and Isiah. Isiah was trying so hard to bring her back. It was written all over his face 'SURVIVE' and 'HELP ME'.

The last guard with black hair and blue eyes helped me with the wound on my back.

I hope Angela will be okay.

I was taken away to recover from my wound