Chapter 13

Water is not my friend...

"God can't hear you now," the voice comes out of nowhere. I look up for the last time. The water has reached my neck and I can feel it climbing every second. My heart is beating aloud in my watery grave. I can hear every beat it is taking. The water is freezing, my hands shivering under the water and my legs kicking half to keep me above. Water comes into my eyes leaving me blind to the light. I can only hear the water rising. A silent laugh begins, but ends again shortly. It's his.
I close my eyes, I cannot go on anymore. All the energy in my body is drained through my legs. I sink downwards, my eyes still closed, I feel the bottom of the room. I can't breathe, I feel my lungs being pressed down on by the water.
"Not so easy, you see!"
I throw up water, only water. My head hit the hard floor, and the light that's shining burns my eyes. My body is numb and cold, lying on the floor in front of a cabinet. Inside one of the doors I see a knife, sharpened to a shining state. My coughs fill the small room, which is covered with white wall paper. It's clean. My eyes jump from one side to the other, looking frantically around the room for some safety.
"I am known in these parts for my... Oh would you cut it!" a fist hits me straight in the ribcage, it makes me cough even more, and gasping for air. "I said stop it!"
"That's better now, ain't it," he calms down to just above a whisper. I try to follow his lips, but I struggle to keep up. "You will feel pain, well you know that by now. It is going to be simple, and easy. Nothing big!" He takes the knife out of the cabinet, holding it firmly in his left hand. "Her name is Sasha," he smiles a cold smile, making his eyebrows lift. He opens his eyes bigger and looks at me; straight into my eyes.
A deep pain follows the cut. I try to scream, but the pain overcomes me. My body shakes. Blood drip from my throat, the warmth spreads down to my stomach. I can't breathe. My eyes look at him, he smiles. He laughs.

The first sound I hear again is the familiar machines of the hospital. My eyelids are heavy under the tiredness. I can't feel any part of my body, and it is unresponsive. The room is empty, but the fly. It sits on my leg, walking slowly upwards, like it's his property. He stares at me, he looks at my leg, the cuts. Again he slowly walks toward me, my face. He flies a bit, and jumps onto my nose. I look him in the eyes, those thousand little eyes.
The door opens and the fly flies away. It's my mom and Jessica. "We worried so much, I was sick," her voice is soft against my ears. My mom doesn't talk, she only stare at my leg and them my face. Jessica is all over me, she kisses my head and them my lips. I try to hug he but struggle to lift my arms. "Hey mister don't try to do that, you're to weak!"
I manage a smile when the doctor enters. His face has a terrified look, my smile leaves me. "Good morning, I have bad news. You have a blood clot in your left lung. It doesn't look good. I'm really sorry," he looks downwards, at his shoes. I don't talk, my mother just stares and Jessica, she does nothing.

I jerk my head away from the cold water. Some of it spill on to me, leaving a wet spot on the bed aswell. The nurse looks at me with fright. "It is only water son," she says in a sympathetic voice.
"Get it away from me. No! Get it away!" I scream at her. The pills fall from her hand as I hit the glass in her hand. A rainbow of water spray across the room. The glass breaks into hundreds of little pieces, and making a loud racket. Two other nurses run into the room with haste. "Whats is wrong," the one with blond hair asks.
"Something is wrong with him," the nurse says pointing at me. I lay on top of the covers, my hands pulling my legs against my body. I breathe out loud, and my heart is beating loud. I stand up, on top of the bed. The room is dark, only the light above me shining. "What are you staring at?" I ask with haste. I jump from the bed to the floor. No noise is made when I fall, only a crack from my ankle. I stare at them again. Rage is building up in me. My cheeks feel hot, my breathing still increasing. The curtain chains rattle on the floor, creating more noises from my room. I pull the last chain lose, pulling the curtain down over me. I fall on the nearest chair, covering myself with the curtain. I hear the beating of my heart in the dark, I feel the warmth of my body increasing. The drops of sweat drip down my spine.