Liam “So, where are you taking us?” I asked Olivia. “You'll know when we get there,” she replied sternly. As Monica arrived she sat in the front seat and we left for where ever Olivia was taking us. I didn't bother to ask something more. And guessed silently. Even though I’ve known this woman for a while, she hasn’t earned my trust. She seemed dubious. Noah was very intriguing from my perspective and agonized from his. He’s experiencing an engrossing story, that had twisted his mind, only his unconscious might have an idea of what was going on. In this condition, we shouldn’t have been here, out of the ward with him. I was surprised why Lane even gave her permission to apply for the outpass. He appeared alright even happy back when we were in the hospital. Considering he’s seeing a psychiatrist that was normal. It was just that my subconscious knew his case was given to the wrong person. Olivia was a decent psychologist after they unveiled that Noah was in desperate need of
Noah I tried to run away. But couldn't, as I recalled this forest. My nightmare. Flashing into reality. The dense weeping willows. Olivia and Liam ambled behind me pursuing the trail I was following. Crooning the same melody. Now the flags of trees motioned to its rhythm. A dark figure in distance lurked at the rear of the trunk. It held on to a camcorder, the lens looking onto the unfilled space encircled by the green and brown giants. The silhouette was too far flung to be clearly seen. But I knew it had a recorder. Almost like a Déjà vu. I’ve experienced it before. Not in a dream or hallucination. In reality. The stage was set. I hurriedly tramped through the two steps into the center, to perform the pirouette Jenny and I had been preparing for our dad’s wedding. A baby-blue color was slathered over nature’s ceiling. The sun hid behind an enormous cloud, giving it a silver lining. I watched them drift away by the joyous winds revealing the solar disc ornamented in the sky. It w
Liam Noah appeared to be lost in his mind. Olivia and I sauntered behind him. My fingers traced a rugged trunk as we proceeded. A small creature sprinted over my sneakers. It went too swiftly to be seen. Perhaps a squirrel. Noah levitated his hand in the air, it was in a position as if someone else’s hand was hooked on it. Hand of a person significantly shorter than him. I was on the verge of touching him when Olivia’s arm stretched out and blocked me. She placed her index finger perpendicular to her lips. “What?” I whispered. “Stay back,” she whispered back. Whatever was going on her mind, didn't look like it would do good to Noah. She may have been more experienced than me, but whatever was happening didn't seem normal. “It doesn't look right to me.” “Sh … I know what you’re thinking. Let me deal with it my way.” That sounded weird. I withdrew my cell phone from the back pocket to put the hospitals number on quick dial in case of an emergency. On the first tap a beep s
NOAH I ran. Fast and forward. Not because Liam said to. I wanted to get away from everyone. The woods weren’t populated by weeping willows anymore. Olivia and Liam bolted to get to me. I didn’t want to be gotten. Did not want to go back to that place. It was nasty and depressing. Recovery from that place wasn’t for me. Not for people like me. I needed to be with them. Mom, Dad and Jenny. And Ella. I ran while tears from my eyes flew backwards as the wind struck my face. My body started producing heat. Tears mixed with sweat. My lungs were in need of more oxygen. I stopped and glanced over my shoulders. Olivia and Liam could be seen in distance, flying through the woods. No. It won’t happen. I won’t go back there ever again. Ella can help me recover. Not them. Ah! My body felt as if it would crumble into pieces. I needed to brethe. But didn't have time to stop. My head spun rigorously. I continued to run. My speed slowed down. I darted through the air coughing and breathing heavily.
NOAH My eyes opened to a gut-wrenching pain. It felt like being continuously banged in the skull by a hammer. Not piercing but excruciating blunt pain. My head all of a sudden weighed a hundred and ten pounds. There were trails of blood on the wooden brown floor. The ceiling was slightly growing bigger and shrinking. Pain from the shards of glass on my back had numbed. There was an uncanny quietness in the air. The last thing I recall was Olivia striking me in the head with her clenched fist. My hand felt wet. As I slid it beside my head, on rolling eyes I saw blood smeared over it. Must have been from the glass. My body sprawled on the floor I wanted to get up but it felt too heavy to drag. Consuming the mere left energy, I dragged myself to the wall and reclined my back over it. Shit! No … no! “Liam! Liam.” Liam Laid in front of me. His white polo shirt was drenched in the red fluid. A large piece of glass stood on his abdomen. Part of it was somewhere in his intestines. Several
Olivia What the … Are they both dead? I crawled over to Liam’s body fighting nausea and excruciating headache. He wasn’t breathing. Shit! I place two fingers, on his bloodstained wrist. In the middle of the bone and tendon over his radial artery, which was situated on the thumb side. He had no pulse! It took just almost an hour to wreck everything. The triangular fragment of glass jabbed into Liam’s abdomen drenched in gore. Fingerprints were stamped over it. I squinted to see the pattern. It was a double loop. I gazed at my fingertips; arch patterns were engraved on them. They weren’t mine. Then they should have been Noah’s. I crept over to Noah on my knees and trembling hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It clicked me that Monica was with us as well. I checked Noah's nerves. They were throbbing. He was alive. He had a plain arched pattern on his fingers. I dragged myself over to the main door. It was still fastened from the outside. "Shit!" I messed up badly. Should've n
Olivia I leaned my head onto Tracy's bedroom door, pushing with all my force to open it. I could see the carpet of her room through the tiny gap. "Open the door, Tracy. I'm not even joking. If you don't open it in the next two minutes, young lady, you're going straight to the boarding school," I said. "But, I don't wanna go to chemo!" Her shaky voice melted my heart. That poor kid doesn't deserve to go through all that. "Honey, I'm doing what's better for you." "You're being selfish, mom. I don't want to live like this my whole life. Patients like me never recover. I heard the doctor last time." Now she was crying. I wanted to die. "Baby, open the door at least. I love you," I pleaded.She opened the door. As I walked in, something stabbed my toe. It was a fork; its prongs were bent at the top. How did she even break it into two pieces! She used a utensil to lock the door. I removed the lock from her room the last time she refused to go to chemo and locked herself in her room.
Olivia A raindrop plummeted into the puddle creating waves in the water. Tiny raindrops kissed my neck and face. I made my way to Lane as a breeze started blowing. The direction of the downpour changed with the winds. I found Lane conversing with Monica at the reception. I stopped in the corridor, and peered at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Monica was rummaging through a bunch of files. Probably the ones where she keeps records of the visitors. I interrupted. "Hey, can I have a word with you?" I was facing Lane when the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of Monica hurrying the files back into the drawer. "Yeah?" Lane answered. I looked at Monica from the corner of my eyes once again. She now sat in her chair, eyes fixed at me, anticipating for me to speak. "In private," I added. We walked to the cafeteria. Clouds were still weeping. "I think you should tell Noah about his wife," I suggested He squinted. "What about his wife?" he a