UNTAMED

Chapter 1: Dent In The Cycle

I awoke with a horrendous throbbing in my head and the continuous ringing of my cell phone. I slumped my body to the other side of the bed lazily, as my limp eyes searched for the time. 3 am. The inconvenience of being woken up early. I eyed the window across the room, the sky was still dark and smothered with a thick layer of fog.

How ironic. Que pathetic fallacy.

I allowed the phone to ring for countless seconds, letting the noise die down. Still, it rang endlessly. Once the sound of my own ringtone had become unbearable, I gave in and glanced at the screen. The name Xavier printed on it. Unbelievable. I leaned towards the phone, my finger tips brushing against the decline button yet just out of my reach. However, attempting to pick up the phone, it tumbled out of my grasp and onto the mist-coloured carpet below. Accepting the call.

Great. Thanks for reminding me of my misfortune.

The second the call was accepted a blatant voice began.

With one last groan, I drowned back into the comfort of my pillow.
Of course, I heard his muffled voice calling my name, I just chose to ignore it. After all, nothing my younger brother had to say at this time in the morning could be that important, I had no interest of knowing either. Still, seeing as he wouldn't put closure to his annoyingly loud voice, I attempted to recall last night. An extremely difficult task due to the pain in my head.

Isobel! The hospital!

The voice inside my head screamed, her name searing through my mind, until it swallowed me whole in fear. Instantly I reached for the phone, pulling it to my ear.

"How is she?" Panic rising in my voice. A dreadful silence followed. "Well?"

"She's... She's in a rough state, Eve." I took the information in, trading it with tears.

Your little cousin is in a hospital bed, possibly struggling to breath. And you fell asleep on her! My conscience taunted.

I found myself yelling uncontrollably.

"How could you take me home at a time like this?!"

"It's not like you could do anything anyway." His calm voice pestered me. At this point I was lashing at him blindly, oblivious to my own reason. Hating that he was right. I was guilt-wrecked. "I'll see you later today, okay?"

"No! Not, okay! I'm coming back to the hospital and staying for as long as she needs to get out." A sigh came through the phone.

"The thing is Evie dearest... she might be asleep for a couple more days." My breathing hitched at this.

"What do you mean?"

Yet again, another sigh. "She... Her heart didn't cope with the shock too well." My mind paused. This child whose life is on the line, filled in the gaps of our own family. Where we had anger, she put love. And now she could be gone. "Not to worry though, the doctors say she'll make it. She's strong Eve, have some faith in her."

And it all came back to me, the pain was not so great anymore. I do have faith. With that, I hang up the phone and sunk back into my pillow with only thoughts of hope.

Screw this.

I jolted out of bed, instantly examining the room for pieces of clothing. A plain grey shirt, along with black jeans came to sight. Seems like fait had it planned out for me. I threw the clothes on, buried the phone in my back pocket then rapidly rushed downstairs to where I thought left my trainers and coat. With every minute I waste, she's suffering. Turning a corner speedily, I tripped over an object laying on the middle of the floor. My brothers shoes.

Even his things are trying to stop me.

Then my thoughts went back to Izzy. I found my shoes at the back door and coat on a chair, struggling to put them both as I exited through the door.
A wave of cold air greeted me. Icy air snaked down my hooded back, sending shivers down my spine just as I began to run. Our house was located just outside the small town, where it was hardly possible to reach anywhere without the use of a vehicle. I felt in my pockets for loose change, thankful to find money scattered across the bottom. My only plan was to improvise.

For what seemed like forever, I searched the streets for a bus stop, hoping they'd be accepting rides. Soon enough, I found what I was looking for, a deserted bus station including a vacant bench which I hesitated to sit on and a dimmed street light creating menacing shadows and shaded corners. I could scarcely see through patches of fog.

For half an hour I waited, still no buses stopped to take me to the hospital.

What happened to the "happy service 24/7" thing?

Occasionally, cars would pass and drivers would peer to the side sneaking a quick look at me while I hid my face. It didn't look to good seeing as I was alone at a bus stop, dressed like some shady drug dealer, at 3am. Or whatever the time was now. My hand crept up to my head feeling it's heat against my cold hand whilst my other free hand made its way to my pocket grabbing hold of the phone tightly. 4:10 am, it read. Half of me wondered why I run out here so carelessly. I mean, I was clueless to my own plan. What was to happen if I got there? They'd probably just drag me back home without letting me take a single glance at Izzy. Half of me like the idea of excitement.

I sighed in frustration. I wanted to see her!

Great. Very mature.

Suddenly I saw lights approaching, bigger than the usual car. For a moment I felt relieved, thinking the bus had finally come to collect me. I was half right. The vehicle sped right past me, the driver not even sparing me a glance as he looked forward. I buried my head in my hands and slumped back onto the rusty bench, letting out a muffled screamed that was dreading to let out. When I heaved my head back up however, the sight gave me a stronger urge to scream...

A/N:

Well, first chapter. There are a lot to question so far, but I promise all questions have an answer. It'll get more interesting as you get to know the characters better though. ^^' Thanks for reading!

XO Byyyee~