HIS DARKEST REVENGE

THE HOSPITAL 1

CHAPTER 2

AUTHOR'S POV:

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…

Her mind was foggy as hell, and she was trying to decipher what was going on in her head so bad.

Her whole head, brain…no body hurt from different angles. The pain smashes into her, knocking her breath out over and over again, taking her mind off track and bringing it back again just for another round.

The pain was teasing. Going away for a while as if that was the end and coming back again for yet another harsher hit.

She wanted it to stop. Perhaps if she moved, she would escape from the pain. But as she tried to move it was as if she had been bound to the spot, or rather, something pinned her down there.

She wanted to see, to fight what pinned her down, but she couldn't. It was hard trying to move, it was even harder trying to open her eyes, trying to blink. Perhaps, her eyes had temporarily lost the ability to open itself. She can no longer see.

But after what felt like a long battle, leading to a miraculous victory, she could finally open her eyes.

Relief washed through her, because she had expected to see…what? Nothing. But definitely not this.

She looked up, wanting to see what pinned her down to one spot, but all she saw was a void. A dark void. So dark, the inky blackness flowed into her senses, flooding her hazy mind, filling it with its black bitter poison.

Her mind could not take it, could not stand the darkness, so it vomited her into another void, this time, it was soundless, wide and endless.

And she was falling and falling. Instead of the former blackness, now all she saw were different colours, sprayed everywhere in her falling mind.

Red, blue, yellow, green, orange, pink, violet, red again, purple, peach, red again, wine, magenta, red again, red again, red…red..red…red on the floor, flowing, red against the creaminess of skin, red, against the walls, red angry lines, red dripping from the dark mass of hair.

Then she landed hard.

Her mind had stopped falling. She was now on the floor, waiting for it. Waiting for the next torture that was waiting in store for her.

It seemed at first that it wasn't coming, but then, it came.

No, it didn't just come, it had been with her all along. She couldn't move because of it, her mind was a torture room because of it. It had been holding her to itself all along.

She couldn't see its face for it bore the same darkness of the void she had experienced earlier, but she felt the coldness of its body against hers, the same cold she could feel in her bones.

Then its eyes shone, the sudden brightness attacking her eyes and her head. She wanted to raise her hand to her face to save herself from the harshness of the light, but she couldn't, she was being held.

She was forced to watch as the light blended and moulded until she could see what it was trying to show her,

A memory, one she could never forget, but she had longed buried. It was as if this strange creature had reached into the deep folds of her mind where she had hidden this memory and brought it out, then played it before her like a video tape.

Blood dripped from his head, where he had hit against the wall, dripping to the floor, staining his cheeks. His eyes were hidden behind the thick hair that fell on his face, but she could still see his eyes, it burned with a sick, dark passion. And fire.

The cop behind him tried to hold him back, but he made sure he passed across his farewell message to her.

His lips at the lobe of her ear, her breath, stuck in her throat, his low words came,

“Until we meet again, mia cara."

Then he was pulled away by the cop, but not before she caught the sinister curl of his lips.

Just at the same time, she was pulled out from that memory, pulled away from the creature with the bright eyes, pulled away the torment of her mind, pulled into bright light and the beeping of a machine, the beep beep sound jolting her awake.

She sprang forward, her chest heaving with heavy pants that escaped from her lips.

She looked around, white walls, blue curtains, the sickening smell of chemicals in the air.

A slender man, with round framed glasses came in front of her and asked, but at first, his voice seemed far away,

“Miss Sabrina Woods, can you hear me…”

Her eyes were still trying to focus, the man was waving his hands in front of her eyes which confused her and made her dizzy at the same time.

“Miss Sabrina Woods, are you with me?" This time his voice was clearer in her head, though it took her a moment to understand.

She nodded, and then opened her mouth to ask, though it took a lot of effort, her mouth was very heavy it seemed,

“Where…where am …I?” She croaked.

The round glasses man in front of her replies,

" The hospital.”

Then it all came back to her.

She ran away from her kidnappers…She ran into a man in the alley… He saved her…She was grateful…she thanked him…

And he turned out to be her worst nightmare.

Lorenzo Visconti.

The man who had promised to ruin her life.

Her chest heaved faster from how hard she was breathing.

“Um…umm, the man who brought me here…where is he?” She asked, wide eyed, staring at the nurse that was attending to her.

She did not say anything to her. It was as if she didn't hear what she just asked. But Sabrina knew well that the nurse heard her and her refusal to give her an answer only made her fears worse.

“No no no no” she thought, “this can't be happening to me.”

The nurse simply took her vitals, and when she was about to leave, the nurse turned back and said,

“The doctor would attend to you soon.”

The nurse left and Sabrina knew she could not be here before the doctor comes. She has to leave before he comes.

Lorenzo Visconti is definitely not someone she wants to meet right now.

She had just removed the drip from her hand and was wearing the slippers beside her bed when the door opened.

She froze, then she turned, expecting to see the doctor, however, it wasn't him.

It was Lorenzo, staring back at her, a smug smile on his wicked face.

“Hello darling.” Came from his mouth.

Sabrina swallowed.

This is not good.