Chapter 143
Hope
Megan’s POV:
Whilst sitting in bed, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me.
I tried to strain my eyes to see but it was working until this lady walked up to me.
“Hey!” Suddenly I realized that it was Jane.
“I am so sorry, Megan. I am sorry for not checking up on you and letting you down!” She begged me.
My eyes welled up with tears, my voice cracking as she spoke.
“I’m so sorry, Jane. I feel like I’ve let everyone down. You, my family… they all believed in me, and I threw it away.” I said as Jane embraced me.
Jane’s hug tightened, her voice warm and reassuring.
“You haven’t let anyone down, Megan. We all make mistakes, and we all have struggles. But we also all have the capacity to overcome them. And I know you can do it.” Jane revealed.
My tears spilled over, my body shaking with sobs. Jane held me close, stroking my hair and whispering words of encouragement.
Finally, my tears subsided, and I pulled back, with my eyes red and puffy.
“Thanks, Jane,” I whispered.
“Just being here for me means more than you will ever know.” I said
Jane smiled, her eyes warm. “That’s what family is for, Megan. And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through this together, okay?” She says.
I nodded, a small smile on her face. “Okay, Jane. Thanks.”
As we sat there in silence, my eyes drifted to the hospital window, my mind wandering to the events that had led md here.
I thought about the pressure to perform, the stress of competition, the feeling of being trapped in a world that it felt like I couldn’t escape.
But now, out of nowhere Jane shows up and I felt a glimmer of hope.
Jane’s presence is a reminder that I’m not alone, that I have someone who cares about me, someone who will support me no matter what.
And with that realization, I feel a small sense of peace settle over me, a sense of peace that I haven’t felt in a long time.
As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the hospital room, I turn to Jane and smile.
“Thanks for being here, Jane,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jane smiles back, her eyes shining with tears. ”
I’ll always be here for you, Megan. Always.” She says.
Then, I thought of my mother and her letters.
“Hey Jane, how’s my mom doing?” I ask, my voice a little stronger now.
Jane’s expression turns sympathetic.
“She’s doing okay, Megan. She’s been worried sick about you, but she is managing.” Jane said as I felt something broke inside of me.
“I am glad she’s okay. I would have asked why she didn’t come visit me, but I know how everything is out there!” I shrugged.
“To be honest, Megan, she didn’t feel safe leaving her shack. She’s been getting threats from some of the same people who… who did this to you.” She says.
My heart sinks, a wave of anger and fear washing over me.
“Those bastards,” I mutter, my fists clenching.
“They would never stop until they get what they want, huh!” I lamented.
Jane puts a hand on my arm. “Don’t worry, Megan. Your mom is safe, and we’re going to make sure she stays that way. We’ll get through this together, okay?”
I nod, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Jane.
“Thanks, Jane. Just knowing you’re here for me makes me feel a little better.” I appreciated Jane’s efforts.
In this moment, I feel grateful for Jane, for her unwavering support. I know that I have a long road ahead of me, but with Jane by my side… it only gets better.
Jane’s presence also was a reminder that I wasn’t alone, that I had someone who cared about me.
And with that realization, i felt a small sense of peace settle over me, a sense of peace that I had not felt in a long time.
Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way out of this darkness and back into the light
I was still lost in thoughts when I turn to look at Jane.
But as I look, her face suddenly distorts in my vision, her features stretching and twisting into a unpleasant mask. I felt a jolt of fear and revulsion, my heart racing.
“Jane, your face… it’s… it’s…” I stammer, my voice trembling.
Jane’s expression changes from concern to alarm.
“Megan, what’s wrong? What’s happening?”
But I can’t explain. All I can do is stare at her in horror, my mind reeling with confusion and fear.
Suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of agitation, my body tensing up. I try to lash out, but Jane grabs my arms, holding me down.
“Megan, stop! It’s me, Jane! You’re safe!” Jane tried to stop me, but I did not feel safe.
But I don’t feel safe. I felt trapped and scared, my mind racing with dark thoughts. I struggle against Jane’s grip, my voice rising to a scream.
“Get away from me! Leave me alone!” I screamed as I saw her laughing like the creatures in the horror movies
Jane’s face is still distorted in my vision, her eyes filled with concern and fear. But I can’t shake off the feeling of horror, the feeling that something is terribly wrong.
I was still seeing stuff as the doctor enters the room, Jane leaving swiftly behind her. I try to struggle, but my body feels heavy and unresponsive.
The doctor’s voice is a distant hum, her words indistinguishable from the chaos in my mind.
I feel a sharp prick in my arm, and a warm sensation spreads through my veins. My vision blurs, and my thoughts grow cloudy. I try to fight it, but my body relaxes, my muscles going limp.
As the sedative takes hold, my mind grows foggy, my thoughts disjointed. I feel myself drifting away, the darkness closing in around me. I try to call out, but my voice is barely a whisper.
What’s happening to me? Why can’t I control my own body? The questions swirl in my mind, but I can’t grasp the answers.
I take a deep breath and remind myself that I’ve gotten through tough times before, and that I can do it again. I’m strong, capable, and deserving of help and support.
As I slip into unconsciousness, I’m left with only one certainty I’m trapped in a living nightmare, and I don’t know how to escape but I certainly know that I some good will happen and I will be safe.