Chapter 7
“Don’t let me go, cause I’m tired of feeling alone.”
- Don’t Let Me Go by Harry Styles
Beeping, human voices, warmth of a hand clutching mine, sounds of sobbing and sniffling—they were all there. Was this how heaven sounded? 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, my limbs, my hands, my body, and my soul. It hurt so much that I wanted to scream, but I was totally paralyzed. I couldn’t move. I felt like I had to move or somehow let whoever know that I was awake, and I was not numb. I focused on the voices that were talking. I had to know what was going on.
“When will she wake up doctor?” said a voice. A voice I knew, but couldn’t put a finger on; 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 definitely knew 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 eyes, 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, said.
“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 got 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, a little bit of stubble on his chin, and although he looked like a panda, he was still perfect. And don’t forget the sexy husky voice. He came closer and cupped my cheeks, 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, were 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 hatred in my voice. I knew that my parents and little sister were 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 small apologies 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.