Darkness Surrounding

A short story of a traumatised girl with a sad end. Just a teaser'tester of stories to come.

The cold silence was interrupted by the shattering of glass. I jumped in fright. I was so engrossed in my thoughts I didn't even notice her enter. It was only when Anabelle screamed and ran over to me in panic that I noticed my arm was gushing blood.

It only regestered to me then that I was infact the one who had broken the glass. I looked down, my white top was soaked red with blood from my arm, I was surrounded by broken glass. The note he had left for me was lying on the ground. I watched as droplets of blood gradually soaked it crimson.

"CHARLES" Anabelle screamed desperately, "CHARLOTTE." I looked up at her. Her face was paler than usual and her panicking state meant her blue eyes were huge and scared. "We have to get you to the hospital. 

I didn't argue with her. In fact, I did nothing. I had become too numb to even speak. I just followed her instructions and did my best to function properly before Anabelle really freaked out.  I did this by giving myself simple orders such as "Sit Charlotte" and "Walk Charlotte".

I managed to get myself out of the house and into the car. I avoided speaking. I could barely carry out simple actions let alone have a conversation. While we were in the car Anabelle, who was severely wound up and panicking at the fact my arm was still pumping blood, began chatting nervously. I had no idea what she was rambling about. I just zoned her out and stared out the window of the car. Watching the stars and studying  the bright full moon.

"What happened?" Anabelle asked. I didn't reply. I just kept staring out the window. I didn't want to talk about it. Especially not with her. I loved Anabelle and all but she was too highly strung and panicked too easily.

"What happened?" She asked again. "Charles. Answer me." I just shook my head. Anabelle pursed her lips in concern. "Well... We'll get you fixed up anyway in the hospital" she said in an attempt to reassure me, but I could tell she was more trying to reassure herself.

"I remember that one time I fainted when I cut my-"
"Please stop talking, Anabelle" I croaked.
A look of confusion and hurt passed over her face momentarily as she fell silent. I know I should have apologised but I didn't have the energy in me to care. I just wanted silence. I returned my gaze to the window for the rest of the journey.

My time spent in the hospital was a blur. Doctors and nurses came and went, in my isolated state I couldn't make any distinguishes between them and it all just became a blur of coloured scrubs. I don't remember much of my dealings with these people, except one.

A persistent but friendly pair of pimk scrubs came to wrap up my arm. The warmth of her touch against the cold iciness that was both my skin and thoughts was a strong contrast. So strong infact that it snapped me back into reality, but only momentarily. Just long enough for me to look up into her smiling face and friendly brown eyes.

I was vaguely aware of something being tied to my chest and the lack of movement in my right arm. "A sling" I thought to myself. The pair of pink scrubs tried to speak to me, I didn't reply. Looking everywhere around the sterile medical room but at her. Focusing on a small box of hypodermic needles on the metal table on the opposite side of the room, I zoned out completely. The pink scrubs grew impatient and resorted to talking to Anabelle.

I abruptly stood up. Oblivious to my actions, Anabelle and the pink scrubs continued talking. I walked over to the metal table in the corner. My hands paused slightly above the scalpel, hesitant about what to do. I grabbed the scalpel and shoved it in ym pocket being careful not to cut myself again. 

I also grabbed a box of pills and hid them in my pocket too. Making sure to take the packets of pills out of the box so it wouldn't be as noticable. I didn't have time to read the label because just then I felt the sudden pressure of someone's hand on my shoulder. 
"Come on. It's time to leave" announced Anabelle as she guided me out of the room, through A&E and back to the car. 
"We'll speak in the car." 

The short trip back to the car was a little clearer than the rest of my momentary stay at the hospital. I was aware of everything now. Walking through the halls I could take in the faces of the people lying in the hospital beds. A young man was asleep on a trolley in the corridor. An old man connected to a drip trying his best to hear the television over the murmur of his talking family. A pregnant lady screaming, demanding an anesthetic. As I turned the corner I saw the heart breaking sight of a baby in an incubator, merely a glimpse of the sight as the double doors to my left swung shut.

I made my way to the car. I sat in the front passengers seat quietly. Trying to calm my breath as I waited for Anabelle.  I knew she wanted to talk, the suspicion that was in her voice was unmistakable. 
"Does she know?" I thought to myself.
"What has he told her?"
"Did she read the note?" 
Panicking I patted my hips and searched my pockets for the note. I found it in the back pocket of my jeans. I let out a deep breath. 
No, she hasn't seen the note. This was good news. So what did she want to talk about then? 
Before I could wonder any longer Ananbelle opened the driver's side of the car and climbed in. I stayed quiet.

Anabelle kept her silence for a while, as did I. I made no attempt to strike up conversation, I just kept staring out the car window. After what felt like about twenty minutes Anabelle cleared her throat.
I pretended not to hear her. "Charlotte" she whispered. The stern edge to her voice was impossible to miss. 
"Yes?" I whispered in reply.
"What happened." It was more of a statement than a question. 
"Nothing.." I replied.
"What. Happened." She said again. Even though her eyes were focused on the road I could see she was getting irrtated. 
"I dropped a glass. It smashed. I didn't notice. It's not that complicated."
"I'm not stupid." Anabelle hissed "I know something happened."
"It did. I dropped a glass."
"It's more than just that."
"Oh don't be ridiculous" I tried to laugh off, feigning a smile.
The car stopped into the driveway. Woah, home already I thought. Getting out of the car Anabelle paused, leaning back in she looked me in the eye and whispered "I know he's said something to you. I know it's his fault." And with that she climbed from the car and slammed the door.


I froze in my seat. An ice cold chill spread the whole way through my body. She knew.
But how much did she know? 

"Speak to me Charles. I can help you."

I simply shook my head.

No one can help me, not now not ever.

I walked passed her and made my way to my room.

Locking the bedroom door I rest against it and slid down to a sitting position.

I took a deep breath, With shaking hands I removed the needles and tablets from my pocket.

It was time to end this.

Once and for all.

Reviews

[relinashinee]

wow, I'm guessing the boyfriend dumped her...
But I really love how you make her so, oblivious to everything.
I love the mood of the last part, awesome!!!

[Rachelle]

Maybe :P Why thank you, I am very glad you enjoyed it. I tried to portray the numb feeling realistically:)