The monstrous chill that has been invading my room creeps along the walls covering them in a sheet of ice as I shuffle out of bed and make my way to the door. Bits of ice crunch underneath my bare feet cutting at my flesh, but it doesn't bother me. Nothing can compare to the pain my body has been ravaging me for days now.
It has been six days since the incident at my first training session. After my parents found me covering on the side of the road yelling for invisible voices to stop they had the school doctor check me out. After the briefest of examinations, he ordered me to stay in bed and have daily checkups.
As soon as I reach the door I lean forward and press my ear right up against it.
"How is she doing, Doctor?" I hear my mom ask, her voice still trembling from crying earlier. It's all she's been doing since that night they found me.
"Physically she's fine, but it appears that mentally she's still suffering through something that she's refusing to speak about," the doctor says in his calm and collective voice.
"Is she still hearing those voices?" my dad impatiently asks. As much as he is worried about me and the pain I've been growing through there is nothing he can do to hide his anger at me. I called out for Seth and to make it worse I did it in front of everybody. It's one thing for your daughter to have a mental breakdown in front of everyone but for her to call out to the enemy is a whole different problem.
Pushing away the tears that want to spill out I shift my attention away from the memories of my father's hate-filled eyes looking down at me and back toward the conversation.
The doctor sighs and not even a second later I hear my mom choke back a loud sob. I wish the doctor could tell them I was fine. I wish he could say that the voices have stopped. I wish the voices could stop.
It doesn't matter if I'm asleep or awake I can hear my faceless boy yelling for me. And when I dream he's all I see. What used to be love-filled dreams of us dancing or having a picnic are now only filled with that horrible scene of the man bursting into my room and ending with me dying.
"It's been six days why can't you help her?" my mom sobs.
"Mrs. Kate, if this were a physical problem then there would be more that I can do for her. But what's happening to your daughter isn't physical. Yes, it is resulting in physical side effects but the cause of her problems are all psychological, and that just isn't my field of expertise."
"Is there anything you can do for the physical effects?" my dad asks as he no doubt cradles my mom in his arms as she continues to sob.
"I can give her muscle relaxants to help ease her spasms but that's about all I can do. I highly recommend you book an appointment with Jane sometime soon she can help your daughter far more than I can."
I hear my father sigh. "Thank you, Doctor."
"I'll be back tomorrow to check in on her again. Have a good day."
The long-awaited sound of my parents leading the doctor down the stairs fills the air and I breathe a sigh of relief. No more tests for today. No more questions to answer. No more being poked like a rag doll. Sadly this happiness is only temporary as another wave of pain shoots through my back causing me to yell and fall to the floor. Curling into a tight ball I scream and allow the hot tears I've been holding in all morning to come spewing out of me.
"Vanessa!"
"Vanessa, no!"
"Vanessa, get behind me!"
"Vanessa, no!"
"No!"
"Vega!" my mom calls out as she bangs on my bedroom door trying her best to open it, but my almost dead weight blocks her from doing so.
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Fire and Ice
FantasyWhen Vega Kate moves from New Jersey to Los Angeles everything changes. New home, new school, and new friends. But when she meets Seth King the school's notorious bad boy she is instantly drawn to him for reasons she is desperate to know. While she...
