Isolation

Coma

Damn little girl, I can already tell she’s going to be a pain in my ass. I take a deep breath and sit back in the visitor's chair once the nurses leave. Her parents have been in and out non-stop too since we brought her back almost a week ago. This was the first time she woke up and now that I can see her in better lighting, I was a little wrong, she has all of her looks from her father and nothing from her mom except her frame. But, she has been through a lot, that much is obvious. She has scars covering almost every inch of her body including a few on her face, and she is lacking nutrition. Well, I guess I may as well get comfy until my Goddess awakens since I have to be her guardian now.

Korryn’s scent floats into the room several seconds before she enters. I had fallen asleep, I must say this chair is more comfortable than my cell but I could use a bed instead. “How is she? What did the doctor say?” I take a deep breath, it’s like this every time she visits. It’s been a month now since we rescued Rayven. “She steadily getting better. Actually, physically, they say she is healing a lot faster than normal.” Korryn walks to the side of Rayven’s bed. “Did she wake up today at all?” I scratch the back of my head, “No, she hasn’t. That’s the only thing the doctors can’t figure out. They believe she’s forcing herself to remain in a coma as a form of protection.” Korryn isn’t pleased with this answer, but she seems to have learned from her husband not to raise her voice. “Protection? A form of protection? Silas, if those doctors do not figure out what’s wrong with my child,” Her eye color shifted to a silver-white as she looked at me. “I will not hesitate to rip them apart.” with that she left the room to return to her husband’s side.

I walk over to the bed and take Rayven’s frail hand in my own. Suddenly markings began to etch themselves along my right arm and shoulder and along her left one. This must be one of the reasons why people say don’t touch things. I think to myself as I start to pull my hand away, but Rayven’s hand tightly grips it. I look up to her face but there is no expression, her hand loosens up and sets mine free. I walk back to my chair and start to drift back to sleep shortly after. Everything is dark as I dream. Help me, please. Rayven’s voice carries to my ears, I move in the direction it came from. It feels like I’ve been walking blindly for hours until I reach a dimly lit area. Rayven is being held by black ropes reaching from the ground holding her naked body hostage in the air. Rayven? Can you hear me? It takes a few moments before her eyes open, they are no longer the cold grey color gifted from her father’s ancestors. Now they are blackened over like her mother’s. 

She struggles to move them in my direction. Who are you? A thick black rope slithers across her neck but doesn’t try to strangle her. I imagine it isn’t harming her at all. Just an annoying presence. Silas Cross, your parents assigned me to be your guardian. Her eyes close briefly before she speaks again. Guardian? Why protect something that has no value? Her voice was barely a whisper, the ropes seem to get thicker at her will. No value? Why would you ever think that? You mean the world to your parents. Why have you trapped yourself here? This doesn’t make sense to me. Why wouldn’t she want to be back with her parents?