Gifted or utterly Cursed?

Chapter 23

" Is there anyway to remove her? I want her as pure as possible before...." Everything was blurry like I was deep in a merky fog. Words started to blend together and my hearing was interrupted by a sharp ringing that was stubborn and refused to leave me be. As I tried to lift my head, soft leather restricted my movements. They were bound on my wrists and legs and three around my waist while one firmly held down my head. I started to furiously thrash about but to no avail, the old worn leather would not snap and free me. My eyes darted around the room to discover it was a heavily white padded room with strange medical equipment by the old rusty metal bed that I was placed on. The equipment had many thin tubes containing strange liquid that ran into my arms and head.

" Get the Doctor! She is waking up and is unstable!" A familiar male voice yelled out but other than that my vision was to blurred to see the face of the voice. Moments latter a woman with long blond almost brown hair came rushing into my room in a panic.  Her arms began to thrash about wildly as she pulled a needle from her white apron that contained a type of golden liquid and she drove it deeply in my leg causing massive pain to shoot through every cell. Things started to go blurry again as a woman with short vibrant red hair came into the room dressed identical to the other lady followed by a man in some type of lab coat.

Time slipped by as my body accepted the pain and slowly slipped into a dark abyss. Faces, so many faces flew by ones that were screaming at me to remember flew by in a flash as my mind sank deeper and deeper. No matter how hard I tried to remember...it was like there was a large door placed to keep those memories safe and away from me and on the door was a large lock with a mocking key hole. A boys face appeared and he was abnormally attractive with beautiful hazel eyes and earthy brown hair that had a golden tint to it. A part of me reached out to touch this familiar face but just as my fingers brushed the image he faded away like sand in the wind and the door was dropped from someplace unseen.

Panicked  I flew back in surprise and notice  that I was in some type of old maybe 18th century hospital gown. As I was trying to focus on my strange attire the door had the sound of a hard fist hitting the door from...the other side. Carefully I looked around the side but there was no one, not even a hair out of place just empty space beyond the maybe two inch thick door. When I made my way back around to the front of the door the pounding became louder and louder and the door shook with each force of the fist crashing on it.

A part of me was screaming to run and never look back, but then again I was a curious creature and decided to move closer. Bad. A little voice whispered into my mind but I pushed it back and continued to move on. Run. Bad. Very Bad. Don't go. With each step the little voice grew louder then silence when my feet were firmly planted in front of the door.   A faint scream erupted from beyond the strange door. "Coward!" It hissed out in anger. " I should be free not you!" The voice rose higher and higher as a dwelling pain began to spread through my head.

Somewhere within the every growing darkness, a light appeared. Faint and small at first, so much so that I could hardly tell the break in the darkness. However, that one little flame like light grew larger and larger until it became a growing orb and then it continued to grow in size. Now the light resembled a door. In fact it was almost the exact identical door to the other that gave me the feeling of something...evil and wicked lurking behind it. This new door was bright and resembled the sun, the sheer light slipping through ever crack and groove of the carved wood, and the overall warmth.

This door gave me the feeling of something that I thought had died the day he betrayed me, the once familiar feeling was...love. Out of nowhere the painful memories of Eli came back full force.

This dress is incredibly annoying! I thought to myself as I strolled through the vast land of Salem. Many around me knew me well and because my story was that my parents had fallen ill to a plague and because I was of age, I set sail on a boat with the money they left for me and wound up here. Jeremiah, a small school boy around the age of six, came running straight towards me at full speed. As I braced for impact he suddenly stopped before me with an eager look upon his mud caked face.