Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 3: Not Overwhelmed

I open my eyes to notice a recognizable man immediately, "my darling, how nice it is to see your eyes." Crap, that is why I know him. He just so happens to be my enemy number three, after Avarija and Elias of course, "how are you feeling?"

Trying to remain calm, I focus on each body part to figure out how I am feeling. I start with my toes, which after wiggling them around, are not broken. Then I go to my legs, lifting my left leg up, and then my right, both are moveable. Then my stomach, I notice how empty and light it feels but I decide not to say anything about that. Shifting my arms side to side, I come to the realization that physically, I am intact. Focusing on my mind, I feel violent pains, "AHHHH!" I screech in pain. After a couple of menacing twitches, I clear my mind and my body goes stiff, "corpse." My head pounds, reminding me of just happened, as if I need a reminder.

"Take it easy."

:Easy," sweat rolls down my face, "nothing," frowning, I shake my head, "easy?"

"Calm her down," the man says.

"Name?" I ask him.

He approaches my hospital bed and wipes the sweat off of my forehead, "Tatrus, my darling, but for your sake, call me master," although his tone was gentle, his eyes stared right through mine.

"Yes," I swallow nervously, I am going to have to watch every action every expression, and every word that comes out of my mouth, he does not mess around.

"This hospital is rather prosaic, isn't it? Let's get you settled into a room."

"Room?"

"Yes my darling. I will grab Arlie, and return." In one swift motion he stands up, turns around and walks out.

An older woman approaches me, she has a strong, but quiet presence, "my poor girl, how are you doing?" I decide to save my brain power for when I meet Arlie, whoever that is, than for this seemingly kind woman. To answer her question, I simply shake my head. "I cannot imagine what you are going through."

"Don't even know."

"That has to be upsetting," she smiles sadly, "well, if there is anything I can do for you, please just give me a call." I give her a thumbs up and she smiles back at that.

"Wait!" I say. Her eyes turn to look at mine trying to predetermine what I am going to say, "words," I state. She shakes her head letting me know that she is not comprehending what I am implying. My only problem is that I can't communicate everything I want to say. Taking a shaky breath I open my mouth, "talk. I want-" my head is pounding but I have to ask when I will be okay, I have to ask that but if feels like there is a physical barrier in my mind blocking me about asking. "To talk." My throat goes dry and there is nothing I can swallow, "why can't-" I release a sigh and frown, I am frustrated and confused, "I," great, I got out a one letter word, congrats Edyta. "Talk." Sweat drips down my back from that concentration but I think I finally got out what I wanted to.

"Honey," what is with these people and pet names? They are gross! "I am not entirely sure. There could be many reasons why your mind is not allowing you to talk. You could have physically put up a barrier, or some memory could have made you mute and now you are trying to break out of that. Or perhaps, someone hurt you enough that your mental state is not steady or strong enough to let you speak. There are a million and one different explainitations, you have to decide that for yourself."

"Useless," I tell her, "no recollection."

"Maybe it is for the best."

"Maybe," I look away from her, "it's for," closing my eyes, I try to pull my thoughts together, "someone else's," keeping my eyes close, I try to imagine myself physically plucking each letter from the alphabet to place it together, "benefit."