S T A T i C H0RR0R
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- Posted: Tue, 08 Jan 2013 21:29:05 +0000
What a mischief you would bring young darling, when you’re up for it before you’ve grown.
From the liver sweating through your tongue.
Well you’re standing on my sternum don’t you climb down darling.
Smoke on Sunday’s when you’re drunk and dressed.
From the liver sweating through your tongue.
Well you’re standing on my sternum don’t you climb down darling.
Smoke on Sunday’s when you’re drunk and dressed.
So, that was it then. Izy was no longer pregnant, and there was some strange feeling left behind, something that she had never really felt before. But she didn’t want to think about it, it made the feeling in the pit of her stomach worse, it made her want to be sick. And that voice kept ringing in her head, demanding her child, the feeling on her thigh...she shuddered and pulled the hospital gown down around herself. It was all too weird; it couldn’t have been real, could it? There was a reason everyone stayed away from that tunnel, Izy had always believed that. So...did they have her child now? Did they get what they wanted in the end? Or was that just insane? What was even ‘sane’ anymore?
The hospital was a dire place and it wasn’t somewhere that the young woman desired to spend any more time in than she had to, but the doctors wanted to keep her in for just a couple more days, just to check that she was doing okay. She hadn’t said anything about the events in the tunnel, apart from a vague memory...a familiar face above hers as she lay in the street. Ms Sullivan. But she had been delirious, her words would be brushed off as though they were nothing, no one was going to think that she was crazy. Right? Yet somehow, since being in that tunnel, Izy hadn’t ever felt like she was quite alone, as though there was some presence hanging over her. It made the young woman hugely uneasy but it was probably just the mental effects of what had happened to her still lingering. Physically, she was recovering just fine, but mentally...well...that was a whole different story.
Izy assumed that her phone had gotten lost in the chaos as she couldn’t find it and when she had asked the nurse the woman told her that she had never seen it. It sucked, she needed to get in touch with Landon, to let him know she hadn’t stood him up, that they still needed to get their story straight. She needed to talk to John, to explain the whole situation. And she just wanted a way to speak to her friends; she hadn’t seen Liam in so long...being in hospital had made Izy realise just how isolated she really was, how all the while she claimed that she didn’t need anybody, but in reality she was starting to realise that that wasn’t entirely true. However, even though she had been allowed to have visitors for the past few days, she was still slightly surprised how few people had come to see her. Did she really mean that little to everyone? Although, really, she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was when she thought about the way that she treated everyone else – why the hell would they care what had happened to her? Most of them were probably glad, and Izy found herself sinking into a bitter mood. Of course her family came to visit sometimes, but even they seemed like they were distracted, as though they had better things to be doing. But she tried to remember what Charlie had said to her when she had seen him that day, the way he had encouraged her to be better. It was going to take a lot of work, and perhaps this was the catalyst that would really kick start Izy into changing.
Maybe.
As usual, the blonde was awake in the middle of the night, she very rarely slept anymore and that was only when the doctor’s drugged her into sleep. The female was too scared. Too scared of what she would see, what she would hear, what she would feel...Izy didn’t feel safe anymore and she resented it. It was ridiculous, she told herself continuously, but evidently the effects of her experience had affected her more than she would like to admit. Besides, Izy could have sworn that she heard whispering when she was alone; it only increased the paranoia that something was there with her. Or perhaps the whispering was just a memory...that same voice, repeating over and over again in her head.
When Juliette Summers dropped by in the middle of the night to visit her, Izy was wide awake as always, however Mrs Summers was one of the last people she had thought would come and see her. Her surprise was evident as the blonde woman entered the room and sat next to her, with Izy only nodding at her questions. Why was she here? Izy forced a smile at her, Mrs Summers seemed nervous about something as she fiddled with her hair. ”No, now’s fine.” she assured her, surprised at how hoarse her voice sounded. Reaching over, she poured herself a cup of water, irritated to find that her hands were shaking. The news that Ophelia was also in the hospital was surprising – they had found her then. It wasn’t like the two girls were friends, but it had been assumed that the worst had happened...Izy was glad that she was alive. ”Is she doing okay?” she asked quietly, but evidently Mrs Summers knew no more than Izy about the matter. There were long, awkward silences between the pair and the young woman found herself continuously glancing over at the door. Now that she was allowed visitors, she was terrified that Shin was going to turn up at any moment, demanding money...or maybe he would send someone, to finish what he had started. Maybe he’d just kill her this time, save himself any more trouble.
”How’s Kain?” It was her attempt at making small talk, but almost as soon as she’d asked, she wished that she hadn’t. The way that the woman’s face dropped and crumpled, she looked almost pitiful and horror crossed Izy’s face. ”Oh!” it was a strangled noise as realisation hit. ”Oh God! I’m so sorry!” Well, she’d really gone and put her foot in it this time. She had no idea what to say to the woman who was evidently grieving – what was Izy supposed to say? She couldn’t make this any better, she couldn’t change anything...why was she here?! They only ever spoke at school when they had to and it was usually when Izy was late handing something in. Why had she come to see her? Izy was suddenly annoyed, as though something had come over her. But it came almost as soon as it went; as she saw Mrs Summers try and recompose herself. But it still made the young blonde uncomfortable; she was no good at things like this. ”I’m really sorry.” was all that she managed to say. For a second, she wished that Charlie was here...it wasn’t the first time since she had been in hospital. But especially now, in this situation, he always had the right thing to say, could always make people feel better. It was just a natural quality that he possessed, and it wasn’t something that Izy was blessed with. But she quickly pushed any thoughts of Charlie from her mind. Father Maddux. They probably weren’t friends anymore, after what had happened the last time she’d seen him.
Actually, Izy had decided that it was nice to have Mrs Summers there with her. Whilst most of their time was spent in silence, occasionally the two would engage in a good bout of conversation, and a couple of times they had even made each other laugh. Izy just hoped that the woman wasn’t here out of pity, no, it was probably just something to do with the school. Although, it was rather late...”Are you going to see Ophelia too?” she asked suddenly, after another long silence. However, it wasn’t quite so uncomfortable anymore; it seemed as if both women were just happy for the company. She wondered what time it was, glad to see that time wasn’t passing too quickly. She knew that the police were coming to speak to her again in the morning.
They had been in a few times now, and every time they got frustrated with her. But Izy couldn’t help it; she just...couldn’t talk about it. It made everything so much worse. The first time, she had gotten so worked up that the doctor’s had to sedate her, the memory was too overwhelming – it was like the voice was inside her head, screaming at her and sometimes it said the most horrible things. But then, she always did have an active imagination. The doctors said she just needed time, but how much time? She just wanted to forget the whole ordeal and go back to normal, as though nothing had happened. Except...it had. Every time she was asked, Izy claimed to have forgotten, occasionally she relayed some patchy, vague information in a hope to get them off her back, but it never really worked. She was just too scared. If Shin found out she had spoken to the police...she didn’t dare think about what he would do to her this time. Surely he knew by now that she was still in Brookshire?
Location: Hospital
With: Juliette
(let me know if anything needs changing.)