My eyes fluttered. My surroundings were white and unfamiliar.
I tried to move on my side but something blocked me. I pushed against the thing restraining me and heard a clank before I rolled on the mattress.
The door opened at this moment. A woman went in the white room and her eyes widened when she saw me. She turned back and closed the door in hurry. Once again I was left alone in this strange place.
I could not remember anything. I recalled going in town with my friends and getting drunk. Then someone proposed to go to a club we never went. And then...
I jolted in a sitting position. Alexia had lost her purse and we tried to search it the streets around us. I was not thinking straight and entered a dark alley then turn and continued into the dark maze. That is when I encountered him. The man crashed on me, pinning me to a wall. Immediately one hand on my mouth the other on my waist, and his lips on my neck. Then the teeth pricking my skin, the blood being drained and the unknown body getting its pleasure against mine. The sobs when he finally let me go and the difficulty to get home in a drunk, shocked state. Finally the boys, Jessie and the sword.
The door opened again and I get up, prying of the medical material and tubes that were relied to needles in my arm. I retreated in the corner at the opposite of the door feeling my naked feet padding on the cold floor. I crawled myself against the wall. Emotions I was not used to were running in my head, fighting for my attention. My vision went red.
A man entered and he cursed when his eyes fixed on my empty bed. He searched the room in a quick glance and settled on my figure. He approached slowly. Like a tamer would do with wild animal.
— Shhh... It's okay. You are fine Camille. Nobody's going to hurt you. I'm sorry for what happened I didn't think you would really withdraw the shield.
Jessie was trying to calm me. One thing stayed in my mind. He knew my name. And I was still alive.
— Why? Why did you not kill me? I'm a danger!
He reached for me but I trashed sending objects that were on a near drawer, on the floor.
— I couldn't. You were still yourself. You were fighting against the blood. And you were winning.
— No... I was losing. I transformed. I became a monster. I'm completely healed, no scar no trace. And I freed myself from a damn restraining belt on this hospital bed. If I was winning I would be dead, or at least agonizing.
He stayed silent, observing me from underneath short strands of hair.
I sobbed thinking about the life I just lost. I could not say it was a perfect life but I liked it. I had friends, family, people with who I could talk, smile and laugh. Or cry and be angry. Now I knew I would not see them ever again. And I felt lonely. I already missed my parents. The face of Alexia and her boyfriend appeared behind my eyelash. I opened my eyes to get rid of the memories that made my heart squeeze painfully.
Jessie waited. He sit there patiently until my tears stopped. Finally I cried myself to sleep. I was drifting into Morphe'sarms when I felt myself being lifted then put on the white sheets of the bed. A hand came to my forehead, a calming gesture that made me let go. I was too tired to care anyway.