Chapter 89 When She Wakes Up
Kristen's POV
I hear voices at times.
Distinct most times, inaudible oftentimes.
Sometimes I don't hear a thing. Like the voices stopped and decided to leave everywhere with this deafening silence like a necropolis.
Which would throw me in the position of wallowing in my thoughts, leaving me in the big darkened area where the only thing I can see is total darkness.
But it's not always it happens. Light comes in occasionally, and when I see it, different shapes and patterns are drawn.
My mouth wants to release ear-piercing screams like a banshee, but it seems like the most impossible thing ever. More like a curse was placed on me to remain like this.
I've been trying to figure out things that are uncertain to me.
The excruciating pain I am undergoing is what I'll never wish for the worst person on Earth to suffer.
I am paralyzed, but why does it feel like I was created this way?
Like my limbs will forever remain this way, where I'll be unable to move and flex them.
The pain is so unbearable that whenever I scream, it go back into my throat with a big swoosh.
Do I remember anything? Of course not.
I don't even know who or where I am, I am just trapped in this big darkened area, floating on it.
And the voices I do hear are both masculine and feline. Sometimes I can't make out what they're saying to me or understand them. I do hear sobs and sniffs like someone is crying. I've been called Kristen on several occasions when they talk to me.
Kristen.
Is this my name?
It does sound feminine, right?
Is this some kind of dream where I am meant to wake up but get trapped in it because fate's cruelty has made itself known to me?
God knows I've tried too much to free myself from this place that I'm stuck in, to stop floating, but I can't.
Things are reoccurring, making me get fed up. No one will be at ease in this condition.
I am starting to wonder if the voices I hear belong to the people who are in this position as me. If they're trying to communicate with me. But the difference is they can talk while I cannot.
Why is that?
Is my condition more severe than theirs?
Will I ever be able to talk back?
Will my vocal cords decide it's time they get done with the long break they're having and return my voice?
Will I remain like this forever?
I don't know, but it'd be worse if I cannot talk back to the people who try to communicate with me.
'Open your eyes, Kristen.' There's this animalistic voice that feels like it's coming out from me. It doesn't sound like the rest of the voices I've been hearing. It's entirely different, not ordinary at all. Perhaps a dog? Because it came out like a bark of frustration. But I made out the words clearly.
Can it be that I have a dog inside of me?
I hope not.
'Open your eyes and see, Kristen. You can see. You've been this way for too long and I feel stuck. The dog talks again, with so much frustration evident in its voice. Like all my fault why I am stuck here.
Although it's entirely darkness I can see, but the shape of a dog...no a wolf, gets drawn in it with something like white ink.
Then it immediately fades away as hastily as it was drawn, throwing me back into my previous position where I could see nothing.
And for the thousand times, I want to tell my lungs out because this is beyond torture. My paralysis, the voices, the pattern and shapes, every single thing.
'Open your eyes, Kristen, you can see."
The wolf's voice rings out after some time.
How can I do this? How can I open my eyes when it feels like my eyes
are already opened?
'Open your eyes, you cannot remain this way. Fight this big black obstacle. Fight it!' The wolf's voice is so persistent and determined
for my sake.
Fear runs through me when it doesn't get drawn like the first time but appears in its real form with a frown showing all of its fangs.
'Wake up, Kristen!'
The moment the fog of darkness disappears, a different sight appears in front of me.
An inaudible gasp leaves my mouth due to a different unbearable
pain that shoots through me.
Everything is in a blur, but despite this, I can see a figure in navy blue, standing far away from where I am.
Have I finally met the people who have been talking to me?
I can feel my eyes fluttering unendingly, blinking the haziness away
until my vision becomes clear.
I can't tell where I am because I don't know. But it's a room. A big beautiful room.
I haven't had the time to take a look at my body right now, because the only thing moving are my eyes, and they're still surveying the
room, searching for what I cannot decipher.
How did I even get here?
It seems there was an extensive violent occurrence that took place. Like something terrible happened to me before I was brought here.
I can feel it within my body, that I do not belong here. Finally, I stare down at my body, and I feel my eyes dilating because my body is covered with white counterpanes.
The woman wearing a navy blue suit has her eyes widened in their sockets when she sees that I am awake and struggling to move.
She looks beautiful, with blonde buzz short hair and she appears masculine. Like a woman who is ready to fight men twice her size. For a second, I blink in amazement. But this isn't the right time to
care about her looks or anything.
Because I am paralyzed.
And the beautiful woman is still gaping at me like she's suddenly
bugged out.
'What happened? How did I get here?' I ask, but there's no sound from my mouth.
I try turning my head in her direction, but the pain in my neck restrains me from doing so.
"I'm so glad you're awake, Kristen. But don't move anymore, you'll
get hurt if you continue." She tells me in a low tone. Her eyes are so soft and full of warmth like she's offering me comfort.
Then she takes a step back and shoves her hand into her pocket, with her eyes still fixated on me.
Something doesn't seem right about her and this place.
I don't want to think she's the one who put me in this position.
"Do I know you? Where's this place?" I am thankful for whatever's worth thanking because my voice finally came out. But it's cranky and hoarse like I am learning to talk. Even my throat feels thick like a
lump got stuck in it.
"Just calm down, Kristen." She says carefully and at the same time,
she's popping some buttons in her phone. And the sound is displeasing to my ears.
This doesn't stop me from several trials to move, because I am
having bodily pain. I can see my whole body down my chest, but seem numb, dead to me.
She quickly slams her phone to her ear and starts speaking really fast, with her eyes never leaving me.
"Doctor Seth, this is Janette, the woman who Alpha Calhoun hired to
watch over Kristen while he's away. Kristen is awake right now. But still paralyzed and it isn't helping that she's trying to move because it's causing her more pain." Her voice gives out how panicked she is.
"Thank God you're here." She pushes the phone back into her pocket and then breathes heavily.
The door immediately gets pushed open and a graying-hair man in a
back suit casually walks in.
"Can you tell me what's happening?" I inquire as I inwardly tremble
with fear. Because there's this feeling running through me like a scientific experiment is being carried out on me.
"You were made paralyzed after getting injected with a venom by Jack the Rogue Psycho." He speaks carefully, with respect.
But I still do not understand what is happening. Or remember getting
injected by some psycho rogue.
"May I know this poison?" My eyes are big as saucers when I make
this inquiry.
And before the doctor can reply, a sharp cry leaves my mouth, causing an interruption.
Because a splitting pain hits the back of my head.
"Do something, Doctor Seth." Janette or whatever her name is, yells
in fear.
I want to hold the back of my head to help subside the pain, but then the realization hits me that I am paralyzed.
Another wave of pain hits the back of my head like it got slammed
with a baseball bat.
And then it worsens when it travels down to my limbs.
I shut my eyes close and bite so hard on my bottom lip that I
sustained a bruise. I am doing this because I want the pain to go away, but it doesn't.
It even stretches to my face and makes my lip feel numb under my upper teeth.
"Give me anything. Anything to make this pain go away!" I scream, feeling my eyes water with tears.
Then I start to cough because I've exhausted the little strength left in
me.
My heart is throbbing with force like it wants to burst right out of my chest.
The man casually walks to my side with the injection held up high.
He pumps the needle into my wrist, and I decide it's high time I shut my mouth because it seems like this will help subside the pain. But then I start to feel light-headed and drowsy instead like I drank way too many bottles of alcohol.
My eyes are getting weighty, and the lids are beginning to quiver.
I am even too feeble to open my mouth and speak.
The very last thing my vision captures is the man and the woman, cautiously studying me like a statue at the museum. Then the darkness takes it upon itself to envelope me.