WHEN: A couple years ago, the incident. WHERE: The hospital she was taken to. WHO: Royce Delacroix @princxroyce
Mina remembered that day all too well. The brakes of the car squealing to a crashing halt as she began to watch the world spin around her as if it was in blur as she began to scream in shock of what was happening. It was only then did she suddenly see darkness surround her vision, as it seemed as if minutes passed before she was surrounded by a bright light. Confused and dazed by what was happening, she began to fumble her way towards gaining her bearings before she realised just where she was. “My parents, where are they?” She began to ask, moving to turn towards the nearest nurse; anyone who could point her to what was familiar, her loved ones. But it seemed that there was no one in the next bed that she recognised, nor was there anyone that she could see that resembled her parents.
Just what was happening? She wondered as she began to wonder what was truly happening. “Tell me! Where are they?” She began to ask frantically as the nurses began to flood towards her as they realised she was finally awake.
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry but it seems that they didn’t make it through the crash” Came the comforting tones of a nurse as she moved to pat Mina’s shoulder, sounds of a flood of voices beginning to come through, as if the nurses had continued to speak as if she wasn’t there.‘Poor thing, to be left with no parents — orphaned after that car accident / I would hate to be her, can you imagine waking up alone? / She comes from that rich family, Augustine; how ironic that she’ll have enough money to survive after this even if she won’t have anyone to share it with.’
And it was with that last voice that Mina finally snapped. “Stop it! Get out of here!” She screamed, tears beginning to stream down her face as she realised she would never see her parents again. She would never be able to spend another late night with them as they would play good old fashioned board games, nor would she be able to go on the spontaneous road trips with them, just like that day had supposed to be. However as these thoughts continued to roll around in her mind, she continued to hear the same voices of those nurses despite the fact that they had left the room.
What was wrong with her? Why were these voices so loud, even though there was no one in the rest of the room? The tears continued to stream down her face as she began to hear other sounds, other voices that reeked of people thinking of immediate death; the images burned into her mind as they begged for any sort of relief from the pain they were feeling. Confronted by the voices and the images that were depicted in her mind, she began to scream — for any sort of relief, beginning to beg for it to all stop.
She craved for silence, for something to stop it all; as it began to become much louder and faster — the voices beginning to hum in her mind like a gathering of bumblebees in her ears, never able to get rid of them. Why wouldn’t they stop? She didn’t understand what was happening as all she could hear was the sounds beginning to increase in volume, especially those of the ones closest. ‘Ugh, what’s wrong with that girl? I know her parents died but what is wrong with her? / Why won’t she stop, how irritating that we will have to listen to this distressed girl for the rest of the evening / How long till she’s out of here? I’m sick of this.’
Drawing her knees up to her chest, she began to rock forward and backwards as she begged for some sort of peace; something that didn’t seem to happen as she continued to cry out and babble, “Please stop — I can’t take it anymore, I beg you, just please.”
