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alice walked in quietly.
"Good evening," Ray waved to her with a beautiful smile like always. He looked so content as if the coma never happened, as if her death bed was never under her, as if she was still 100 percent alive. she wasn't. Ray tried to act like nothing happened.
She was pale and had a scared face. poor alice would never heal from such a thought: i almost died, and she was still curious. About what? No one knows how the coma came upon her. all we know is one day she fell into a deep sleep, and never woke up.
until now.
Ray tried to crack a smile but couldn't. he knew something was up, maybe she couldn't sleep again.
"Dreams again?" He asked. "You always seem to have dreams of fear."
"Distress." She coughed. "I am the new goddess of distress, no?"
Ray could finally sense some happiness in her voice for once. she had always sounded so sad, as if she was drowned in depression. in distress.
Like her coma. She told of dreams she had about a man, and a rope and knife, and much tears, and cuts, and blood...
Alice twitcheed at the thought. Her arm, which beheld a large gash from that night, was her reminder of thathell. Nothing could possiblu make her feel better.
All she wanted was to find that man who hurt her, scarred her for life. Literally. The gash was long and deep, and every moment she glanced at it tears began to swell.
Ray stood when the first tear fell from Alice. "Sis, are you okay?"
She turned. "Ray, I want to fiind him."
"We will." Ray promised. "I know we wil."
Alice could hear the negativity lingering on Ray's voice.