Living Nightmare
Kavielle POV
Everyone asks me what it was like to be in a coma. Especially for as long as I was. 9 years passed from my last memory, or what I thought was a memory, and the day I woke up.
My body was extremely atrophied, I had used none of the muscles in a such a long time, my mind was fractured and the sheer terror of having missed the best years of my life drug me down even more.
The thing that stuck out the most? I was alone.
No one was there when I woke up, and they had no one to call. My mother and father had moved on with their life and left me for dead. Good for them, I thought, wondering if anything stopped when I did.
How did I end up here? Last thing I remember... that man. An involuntary shiver ran through me, just at the thought of him. I still hadn't decided if it was terror or desire.
Closing my eyes, I pushed hard, trying to remember him. What did his face look like? A smell drifted into my mind... leather. I took a deep breath, trying to recall. I could almost feel his touch on my skin. His hands were cool compared to me, as he pleasured me...
Just as the memory shook me, the way he touched me that night... This couldn't be a dream! It was real. It had to be real, right? A Just a few hours after I woke, Madison appeared in my doorway, tears in her eyes, "Kavi, you're alive!"
I struggled to speak, trying to figure out what happened to me, why I was here, but my voice was weak, "Wh…wwaaa?"
She sat down, barely reaching over to me, looking afraid to touch, "You were hurt pretty badly because of me." Her head fell into her lap, "I'm so sorry!"
Closing my eyes, I tried to recall what had happened. All I could remember was that guy, and he... "Hhhhh---kkkkkk" I struggled.
"Please, don't try to speak." she grabbed my hand. "Whoever took you dumped your body in an alley. They had announced you dead on the scene, but you started breathing again on your own. It was a miracle, but they thought you had too much brain damage from the lack of oxygen."
She looked at me sympathetically. "You went into a coma. They didn't know if you would ever wake up."
"llllllllgggggg?" I croaked, trying to choke back the tears.
She shook her head. "I never gave up hope. I knew you were too tough for a little blood loss to take you down." Her chuckle was empty sounding, hallow.
"kay," I said, trying to move my hands to tighten around hers.
"It's all my fault!" She burst out sobbing, "You wouldn't have been there, and Brick wouldn't have done what he did to you!"
Brick? "bbbbbrrkkkk?" I asked.
She shook her head. "You know what? This is a lot for one day. We can get into that later." Patting my hands as she stood up.
I pressed, "nnnnn" I moaned
"Okay," she emphasized. "I guess I can talk to you about it." I kept my eyes locked on her as she sat back down, fixing her clothes a bit. "You remember going to the hotel, right?" Shaking my head, she continued, "Brick took advantage of us and tried to kill you. You had strangle marks and a puncture wound."
"I think someone intervened and killed Brick, but they wrote it off as self-inflicted fatal blow, cause he was folded on the floor with a broken neck."
I looked at her inquisitively, trying to talk again. No noise would produce.
"I could have sworn I saw someone pick you up and carry you off, and Brick was already on the floor, dead." I swallowed hard, waiting for her to finish. "But the psychologist seems to think I rationalized the things I saw in a delusion. Some sort of coping mechanism to handle the fact that I had sex with a killer."
Rolling her eyes, "When I woke up, you were gone and Brick was dead. I went to the front office, and they called for the police."
I shook my head. "shhhhhhh"
She moved closer, her hands clasping mine. "They didn't find you for a whole day! Your body was located in an alley a few blocks away." She looked down as she spoke. "He had raped you and left you to bleed out in the alley."
The words sent a flutter through me, the feeling of sickness devoured me, "wwwwww" I managed to murmur. No, this couldn't be right! What about Vincent? Was it all a delusion?
"I'm sorry. I mean, I guess you could have willingly had sex with him, but it didn't seem likely."
Closing my eyes, I tried to go back to that moment, the moment he had me pinned to the bed hungrily. Did I finally submit to the illusion? Maybe in my mind I had been rescued by my handsome vampire lover, but in reality...
"Please forgive me, Kavi. I ruined your life." She sobbed harder, choking on herself.
I wanted to cry, but I was in denial. It wasn't rape, it was something real... he was real. Avoiding her eyes, I said, not realizing how bitter I sounded "ggggooo". She stood quickly, running out of the room.
No, this couldn't be a thing! I was just there, just in his arms. Closing my eyes tightly, I searched for the vision. I searched for his face, his arms to keep me in a warm embrace...
I was greeting with soul crushing loneliness. I had lost everything.
I really was alone.
So, what is it like being in a coma?
A hell of a lot better than waking up from one.