“Don’t let me go,
cause I’m tired of feeling alone,”
- Don’t Let Me Go by Harry Styles
The sounds were there. The beeping sounds, the human voices, the warmth of a hand clutching mine, the sound of sobbing and sniffling. They were all there. Was that how heaven sounded like? Because it doesn’t sound very happy. I tried to open my eyes but it didn’t work. I tried to move my hands but that didn’t work either. It felt like I was paralyzed. It felt like I was a stray soul dwelling in a dead body.
The pain was there too. The pain in my heart, the pain in my limbs, the pain in my hands, the pain in my body, the pain in my soul. It hurt so much that I wanted to scream but I was totally paralyzed. I couldn’t move my mouth, my eyes, my legs nor my hands. I felt like I had to move or make them know that I was awake and I was not numb. I focused on the voices that we’re talking. I had to know what was going on.
“When would she wake up doctor?” said a voice. A voice I knew but couldn’t put a finger around, a deep, husky voice that sent chills up my spine.
“She could be awake now, Alpha Caleb,” said another voice. I didn’t know that voice. Then a sniffle next to me became a sob. The sob was familiar too, a sob that I defiantly knew that I heard before. A little girl’s sob. The sob a little girl would make if she lost her teddy bear, or she didn’t have sweets left or when she fell down. I felt a hand opening my eyelids and a blinding light shining into my eye making me flinch a bit. The hand left my eyelids and checked for my pulse.
“She is awake, Alpha.” The same voice which I guess was a doctor’s voice. “Then why is she not opening her eyes?” the husky voice growled.
“She doesn’t have the strength enough to open her eyes because when she fell and knocked her head, she hurt her head and has a concussion and maybe amnesia.” The doctor said in a voice that was laced with a bit of pity. Amnesia; I lost my memories, forever?
“Thank you doctor.” The Alpha said. I tried once again to open my eyes.
“You can do it Scarlett,” A voice said in my head, my wolf. If I had amnesia, I could never forget her. She is part of me, she is me and I am her. I tried to open my eyes again, I had to. After a few twitches of my eye, I finally opened them and looked straight up at the white ceiling. I never noticed it but the smell of antiseptic was very strong and everything was white. It was all too white and too bright. I slowly turned my throbbing head to the right side.
“Scarlett, baby?” A husky voice said then approached me. He was hot; messy bronze hair, blue eyes, perfect lips, little bit of stubble on his chin and although he looked like a panda. He was still perfect, don’t forget the sexy husky voice. He came closer and cupped my cheek then traced his thumb across my cheekbone. His finger was calloused but still perfect, softly tracing my cheekbone. I looked up into his blue eyes that were like an ocean, so blue that you could see through them. The eyes that once held so much pain, hate and anger. It was now holding love, sadness, grief, guilt and happiness. He thought that he could make me forgive him or maybe I would forget everything because of amnesia but no. I don’t have amnesia. I melted into his hands for a while then slowly turned my head away from him.
“Get out. All of you. I don’t want to see you all.” I snarled with hate in my voice. I knew that my parents and little sister was there but I didn’t care. “But-,” Caleb said. “Get out.” I snarled with venom in my voice. They abused me, they hurt me. They thought that a few words of apology would make everything peachy and we would be a happy family again but no. They left too many scars on me.
Scars that cannot be healed.
