Chapter 2 Unspoken Words

The door rattled open when a tall boy walked into the room texting on his phone. His straight black hair was trimmed, so it barely touched his forehead. He wore a loose black V-neck and fitted jeans with dark circles under his gray eyes that widened when they took in the girl's awaken form. The boy could only stand mid-step in the doorway, unsure of what to say or do at the moment. Angel clutched the light-fitted blanket in her fists to her chest that constricted. As the unfamiliar boy walked to the girl's bedside, his fingers shook apprehensively at his side.

At the same time, his eyes flicked between the girl and the heart monitor.

His slim fingers glided across the bedsheets' soft fabric while he approached hesitantly with furrowed brows. "Hi." His raspy voice came out timid while he took cautious steps forward.

Simple words were muffled by the surround sound of noise exploding through her skull.

How do I tell her that Ethan died?

The ominous fear ran through her veins which caused her heart to hiccup then pick up speed. The grief began to constrict the air trapped in her lungs as the stranger's left hand that rested on her barefoot gripped with angst. His gray eyes widened while he watched the poor girl repel from his touch, with brown eyes brimming with heavy tears. Angel's need to run away took over her when the boy failed to back off. The girl ripped the catheters from her skin, causing blood to gush through the wounds. Her disconnected heart monitor made a continuous ringing noise that deafened the room.

Two female nurses rushed through the open door, not taken aback by the scene. The two workers gripped the erratic patient's arms as they pressed her down into the bed while the doctor came in with a syringe that gleamed in the low light. Their touch brought a new wave of noise amplified throughout the poor girl's skull, while their voices spoke differently from what their lips were saying.

Poor girl is completely alone now.

Another patient off their rockers.

The erratic girl kicked the needle from the doctor's hand, which caused the syringe to clatter against the tiled floor before it rolled underneath the hospital bed. The doctor grasped the girl's legs while the team of white coats attempted to take hold of the patient's flailing arms. Angel's thick curls whipped around, slashing at the women that tried to suppress her. The crazed girl met those gray eyes that began this eruption. The stranger stood in the hallway with shaking hands pressed against the glass as he watched her with terrified eyes.

She turned.

His voice scraped through her head, causing the first wave of petrified screams to echo out of the room. The grief stomped around her heart, indenting the agony. Angel reached out toward the stranger who knew more than anyone else. She could feel the guilt mirrored in his eyes pump through her veins.

The unaware girl felt the prick of her skin before the darkness overcame her, but the voices never stopped. Their emotions destroyed the stability of her mind while she tried to fight for consciousness. Her own voice was drowned out by the millions of others that took her whole.

That day was just the beginning.