Chapter 1A Chapter by ♪Kinnixk ♫
Lisa is Mali's dead ex-girlfriend. He's trying to morph Sarah into Lisa. So no one would get confused. xD In Sarah's POV
“Mali…” that name... Why do I know that name?
“She’s reacting,” a voice says above my head. I’m screaming gray and drowning in black. How can they exist? Don’t they see the emptiness? The darkness? They sound fine and yet I’m falling. Why don’t they notice me? I’m not reacting at all. How can I react if I’m trapped here in the dark? Something squeezes my left hand softly.
“Baby, please wake up,” a low smooth tone whispers brokenly.
Baby? Did the voice mean me? Had I been in love with someone? My lids open and I stop falling. A gray sheet was spread on the ceiling and I am grateful the darkness left.
“Mali…” my lips curve around the word. God damn it; why is that name so familiar?
“What’s going on?” I mumble. A blonde male appears in my vision and piercing blue eyes hold mine. I have a feeling I know him from somewhere.
“You’re all right,” he smiles showing straight white teeth. “You’re going to be fine.”
I stare up at him in amusement. He acts as if he knows me but I don’t recognize him. A brunette woman in a white coat leans into my vision and shines a bright light into my pupils. I cringe and shut my eyes returning into the darkness. I blink quickly.
“She seems to be fine,” the woman said loudly and I want her to shut up. “There was just a slight concussion from the incident. Nothing major.”
“Concussion…what’s going on?” I mumble again and the nurse seems to notice I’m awake. “Hey sweetie. How are you feeling?”
Irritated. Answer my damn question.
I struggle to sit up, “What’s going on?” I say louder to release my frustration. Why the hell am I in a bedroom? I know for sure, if I had a concussion I would be in a hospital…or something in that nature. The man grabs my arms and pulls me back down gently but firmly. “Don’t stress yourself out,” he said. “You’re still trying to recuperate.”
“You were in an accident, hun; I need you to answer some questions for me, okay?” the nurse tells me. No, I’d rather punch you in the face is what I want to say. I want your hand off me Blondie is what I don’t say. I nod anyways.
“Do you know your name?”
“Do you remember what happened?”
“Do you know what year it is and how old you are?”
“Are you in pain?”
“Do you recognize him?” she points to Blondie.
The man’s expression looks heartbroken. He pleads the nurse with his eyes, “But she knows. She was saying my name.”
“Lisa,” the woman looks at me and I stare back. Who the hell was Lisa? “This is Mali. He’s been here next to you for a while.”
“Baby,” Blon- Mali squeezes my hand, “I love you.”
Terror sweeps through me and alarm bells dimly ring in my head. It was a really horrible reception but it was still there. The fear flushed completely through me and I back away from both of them as far as I could. Unfortunately, it was only a foot or so because of the bed I lie in.
“I’m not Lisa. I don’t know you.” I say plainly and then to the nurse, “I don’t know him.”
Her expression flickers- fear? - and hurriedly she speaks, “I’ll leave you two alone.” And practically sprints out the door and leaves me alone with him.
“I don’t know him!” I scream, “I don’t know you!”
He grabs my wrists and I panic, clawing at him, yanking my arms back, anything to get him off me. Tears stream down my face and I continue screaming over and over. His eyebrows narrow and he growls in anger.
“Lisa! Stop it!” he yells at me and his hands clench my wrists tighter until pain shoots down my arms.
“I’m not Lisa!” in my desperate attempt to get free I push him in the chest. He flies backward and connects with the green wall with a sickening crunch. He falls onto the ground and doesn’t move. My hands fly to my face in horror. Oh no. Tell me he’s not dead. I didn’t mean to push him so hard. It just happened. I didn’t mean to.
“Um…s-sir?” I crawl over to him and poke his shoulder. He doesn’t respond. “M-Mali?” Crap. I’m screwed. I turn him over on his back. Seeing his blank face jarred something in my brain and I hold my head in pain.
“Ow,” I whimper and my body shuts down.
“Higher!” I laugh. Mali grins and pushes me and the swing takes me up to the sky. This was our backyard, where everyone couldn’t see us and no one could judge us. I plant my bare feet in the grass and look up at Mali’s grinning six-year-old face.
“My turn,” he says. I stand up and he takes the swing and lies on his stomach and he goes back and forth. I laugh at the weird way he does it.
“Yeah?” I rearrange my composure.
He stares at me, “We’re always going to be best friends, right? Forever and ever?”
I smile and hold out my pinkie finger. He hooks it with his own.
“Forever and ever,” I agree.
© 2012 ♪Kinnixk ♫
Added on May 19, 2012
Last Updated on May 19, 2012
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