This time when I woke, I’m alone in my bed. John is nowhere to be found, but his warmth is here with me. My clock says 8:00am I don’t know how long I’ve been out; or how long John has been gone.
“My darling wakes.”
John is standing by the window, its pouring rain out, rain and wind are pelting the side of the house.
“How are you feeling?” Rubbing my face. “Better thanks. How long was I out this time?” He shrugged. “A few hours.” He walked over to the bed, and sat down next to me. Looking up at him. “How long have you been up?” “Not long. Come on the others are already up; I can hear them.”
I nodded and tried to get up, but John stopped me, giving me one last sweet kiss. His lips are warm, and soft against mine. The kiss ended, and John climbed off the bed, pulling me up with him. He gave me on last kiss his hands still on my shoulders.
He moved back, looking into my eyes.
“Get changed and I’ll see you downstairs.”
He reluctantly let go of my shoulders, and left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone.
I don’t know entirely what happened to me, but I do know one thing, that Ophelia had a huge hand in it, and I want her dealt with! No one does something like this to me, and get away with it; and she will not get away with this.
Walking over to my dresser I pulled out a purple rap round dress and a black cardigan to go with it. The guys bought me some clothes after I changed, one of the many things they have done for me.
Doing the whole morning routine is the only thing that makes me ever feel even remotely human, even though I’m not human at all.
So washing my face, brushing my teeth, and brushing my hair, makes me feel a little better.
I pulled my long red hair into a braid, and pulled on my dress and cardigan, being gentle, with my back; it’s a lot better, but at times it’s a little tender. Taking a look at myself in the mirror, my skin is so pale, it doesn’t matter how much I may be in the sun, doesn’t make a lick of difference to my skin. Walking down the hall, everything about the house still feels so strange to me, it’s something about the place, but I can’t put my finger on it.
I can feel something or someone, picking at the back of my mind, I know exactly who it is, and I have to keep her out of my head. It doesn’t matter what I have to do; I cannot let her get back into my mind.
“Come on Scarlet, just let me in.”
I can hear her wiggling her way through my mind; I’m pushing her out, as hard as I can, but it’s getting harder and harder to push her out.
“Get out of my head! I don’t need your help!”
A blinding pain shot through my head; the pain is so great, it’s has forced me to my knees, screaming in pain.
“You’ll have to let me in sooner or later. It’s only a matter of time.” Ophelia kept on pulling every part of my mind apart, slithering her way through. “You’ll never have access to my mind, or my family again!” I said my voice starting to scream out loud. The pain in my head, pounding and Ophelia’s voice, I couldn’t even hear the footsteps running towards me; shouting my name, until there right on me.
“Kill me one of you please, kill me!” I yelled holding my head as someone grabbed hold of me shaking me, and calling to me, but I can’t answer them.
The pain is too intense, I can’t do anything right now.
After another moment of shouting another shot of pain shot through my scull, and everything went black.
“What is happening to her? Why is she acting like this?” I can’t see them but I can hear them, talking about me. Everything around me is still dark, but my head no longer feels like it’s being split open, like a melon.
I can’t identify who the voices are.
“I don’t know what’s going on with her; but I do know that we need someone who is stronger than us to help her.” “Fine call them, all I want is for her to get better.” I’m trying to talk to them, but I still can’t speak or see. It’s like my throat has been burned from the inside out. The entire time the only voices I’ve heard have been male, I don’t think Ophelia’s in the room.
Thank god for that!
On my sixth try, I managed to rasp out. “Ophelia…. Kill.” Someone took my hand, squeezing it tight.
“Scarlet come on, talk to me. What do you mean, Ophelia kill?” But I can’t say anything else, the burning is back in my throat, choking everything out. The pain is so bad I can barely breathe.
“What the hell does that mean?” There’s dead silence, and I thought, I lost my hearing, and someone said. “You know what, I don’t care. Go and get Ophelia and put her downstairs. We’ll deal with her after we get Scarlet better.” There’s more silence, and I thought I was left alone, but a voice said. “Eliot Derek, with me John say with Scarlet. See if you can get her talking again.” “Yes. Just please be quick, and get your friend here as soon as you possibly can.”
Footsteps retreated, and there’s silence; but I can still feel the cool hand around mine. I wish I can tell him what’s been going on, but I still can’t speak, and I still can’t see anything either.
I don’t think I’m blind, I think that there’s something covering my eyes. “Scarlet I am so sorry, that any of this happened to you. I just wish that there was something I could do to help you. Wait maybe there is.”
John’s wait shifted on the bed, moving closer to me.
“Alright I’m going to take this off of you. Now it might be very bright for you at first. But I have to try. Now just stay calm and take a deep breath.”
Whatever it is, loosened and started to lift off my face.
I can see, but everything’s still blurry, but I can see. John came into focus, his face full of worry and concern.
“Alright let’s just hope that this will work, just bear with me.” He lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit down hard enough that he drew blood. He lifted it to my mouth, and encouraged me to drink.
With each swallow, the burn in my throat lessened, and my eyes continued to clear. I removed his wrist; cleared my throat and tried to speak again. “John?” John smiled and pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight against him.
“Oh thank god! I was worried that you might never come back to me.” He said holding me even tighter.
“John you’re squeezing me too tight. You’re starting to break my ribs.” He let go of me, but didn’t go very far, he grasped my hand squeezing it tight. “Scarlet what happened? You said before you past out. ‘Ophelia kill’ what does that mean?” “What did you do to her?” “She’s locked up, but safe for now. What did she do to you?”
Taking a deep breath.
“It’s not what she did, it’s what she can do to all of us, not just me. She can read our minds. It took her a while, but she was able to get through my mind, and that’s why I’ve been acting like I have been.” “Wait! She can read minds? How long have you known?”
“Since Bella’s funeral. She made me promise not to tell you. But she really started to push into my mind. It seemed the harder I’d push to get her out, the stronger she’d become.”
“Why didn’t you tell us? Me at least.” I can’t look at him, feeling to ashamed of myself. “I know that I should have, but she said she wouldn’t come in without my permission. And after Bellatrix, I didn’t want to lose someone else close to me like that.”
He nodded seeming to understand. “I know, but you should have told me; you liked her, and didn’t want to loser her, I understand that. But what she’s done, she almost killed you. We had to hit you over the head, just to get the screaming to stop.”
“You hit me? Well that’s one way to do it, and thank you for saving me.” He was about to say something but a knock at my door and Thomas poked his head in, checking to see if it’s all clear.
“You can come in, she’s awake.”
“Thank god, how are you feeling?” “Better thank you. What did you do with Ophelia?” He Derek and Eliot walked into the room, giving John a look. “She’s fine for now. We have her locked up. What did she do to you?” “She can read our minds, including mine. She was pushing to get access to mine, and I kept pushing her out, and I thought it was going to kill me.” “What should we do with her?”
We were all silent for a moment, thinking about what we can do with her. “We can kill her.”
I never thought I would hear those words come from Eliot, or any of them for that matter. They all looked at me, as if I can give them the answer. “Let’s not rush into this. I don’t want to have to kill her, but if we have to, we will. But it will not be in this house. There has been enough bloodshed in it as is. I do not want there to be more.” The way there all looking at me.
“I want to see her.” I started to get off the bed, but John stopped me. “You can’t not yet.” “You can’t stop me.” “Thomas talk some sense into her.” Shrugging he said. “Why not? Maybe she should go see her. Maybe she can get something out of her. Because we sure as hell can’t.” He sighed, in defeat. “Fine. Get dressed; and we’ll all go down and see her.” I can’t help but smile, in my victory.
“If I’m getting dressed; then I want all of you out.” The guys left, but John stayed, watching me.
“You know that means you too, out.” “Are you sure you want to do this?” A nod. “Absolutely. I have to find out why she did this to me.” “Okay. Just so long as you’re sure. I’ll let you get dressed in peace.” “Thank you.” I stood on shaky legs, and got dressed; trying to figure out what she did to me.
A moment later I opened my door, John is standing there waiting for me. “Are you ready?” I nodded. “Yeah I’m ready to go. Where are the others?” “There downstairs waiting for us.”
He put a hand on my back, and I leaned against him, as we walked downstairs. There still cleaning up from the wolf attack. “We’re going to need supplies, lots of them.” “Yes I agree. Thomas you and Derek go get supplies, and Eliot and I will take Scarlet down to Ophelia.” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I think we’ll be able to handle it.” Thomas nodded, grabbed the car keys, and he and Derek left; and Eliot and John and I went to see Ophelia.