HISS: A Tale Of A Yuxa (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3

"Does she have any family members that I can call? Maybe her parents?"

Tony just shook his head. His dark brown hair ruffled. "No, she was an orphan. She doesn't really have a guardian. The closest she's had as a family was me and my parents."

The doctor nods. "When she wakes up it’s like this? Makes her look dead?"

"No she wakes up and screams like she's being attacked. She looks as if she should belong to a mental hospital, but only happens for a few minutes until she notices where she is. She only looks like this, all dead, is when they put reviler or tranquilizers on her. Her body doesn't react well to it."

The doctor nods and turns to the nurses. "You gave her tranquilizers, didn't you?"

They nodded in unison.

"Well, we will just leave her to recover. Give her body time to digest the tranquilizers out of her system."

The medical professionals all leave.

Raymond hugs Tony. "Let's go get some coffee."

"I don't want to leave her."

"You won't do any good here. She's not going to wake up any time soon." Reluctantly Tony nods and walks out with his husband.

Gabe enters the hospital and sneaks his way toward Melissa's room. He stops when he notices Melissa's dead eyes. He locks the wooden door and kneels beside her bed. Her purple eyes stare back at him. Somehow she seems in pain and something in him turns at the thought. She seems dead.

"How do you know?" He whispers to her. He gently holds her pale hand in his. Her hair seems darker, and her cold hand seems as dead as her eyes. He caress her face, wiping the tears that fall. She's not dead, she's scared. Somehow he knows, but she doesn't move, she doesn't blink, it's as if she's dead. "There's something different about you."

Melissa can feel the burn in her body. She hand sense someone holding her hand, but as much as she wants to move she can't. The pain is all her fears. Flashes of images runs through her mind of brutal deaths. Images of people she doesn't know. They play in her head like a horror movie. She can feel her tears fall down her face, but she wipe them away. It's like being underwater for hours. Not hearing anything, but a soft whoosh. She can't control her body. She feels dead and it scares her.

Why couldn't she be normal? Why can't she live a life without the fear of being in a coma and lying awake, but no control over her body? Why can't she just be healthy and live like everyone else? She's worked so hard to make a life out of herself to prove to herself that she's worth it.

She was never financially stable when she was younger. She was raised in an orphanage that she hated. After graduating from high school two years early they let her go. She had to work three jobs just to pay off college because she didn't have parents that could sign for parent loans. And she was underage. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to afford college for more than three years she ended up getting her bachelor's degree in fashion design in two years instead of four. It shocked the school and she became noticeable.

A couple of years ago she got a big break and became a designer marketer for Victoria Welling, one of the top designers of the decade. Victoria is one of the most bitches of the bitch, but her designs and taste is amazing. She wants to be a big designer someday. And now that she makes enough money she's was able to get her masters. She just wants to put her designs out there and see her name in lights.

That can't happen if she's always in a coma. She's had enough. And image passes through her eyes. A picture of her sister. She died in her car. Her throat was slit opened. Melina never had a chance to live. She was always looking out for Melissa, but she died. Her tears fall even more.

She feels someone brushing off her fallen tears. The touch sent her into a dream that she wakes up from. Melissa can finally feel the ability to move. Her eyes shut and reopen. Her fingers flutter. When she senses that all her limbs are able to move she jumps up. Her bare feet move to the corner of the room she falls to the floor, hugging her knees. She shakes frantically. She never wants to go through that again. She never wants to feel trapped in her own body having images of blood, death, nd sorrow anymore. She wants to be free.

"Melissa."

Her head snaps up as her body shakes uncontrollably. A man with a black leather jacket with black hair eyes just stare at her. "Wh-who a-re yo-u?" She shudders.

His eyes fill up with confusion. "You don't remember me?"

She shakes her head. "Get away from me." She whispers. "Go away." Her tears fall. She's not able to keep them from spilling.

"What's wrong with you? Who are you?"

In Melissa's eyes the room turns dark and she could she shadows moves around her. Her eyes widen in horror around her. "No, no! Please. Get away from me." She snobs. "Go away." The man walks up to her and wraps his arms around her. "Please, make them go away. I'm not her. I'm not her."

"Who aren't you?" He asks.

"I'm not the Oracle of Delphi."