Chapter 68

Thea's Point of View

He removed the needle cap. A little water came out of there as he twinkled his eyes as if he was happy in that thing. Poor Wayne.

Why did Felicity choose to hurt and punish this innocent man? If I only had the power to save you in those times, Wayne, I would do everything I can to save you. But I guess even being friends and I still couldn’t do it right.

“Wayne, no—” My words went into the air as he stabbed me hard in my arm with the needle. As much as I think, I can no longer keep up with what is happening. Suddenly, something lived inside my body.

“See, Thea? These are our medicines. When it's gone, Randle's mom will give us again!” His voice was happy, he was like a child who was introduced to a parent and filled what he wanted. He jumped up, pleased with what had happened. He opened another needle again and then injected it into himself.

I leaned my head against the wall where I was in the corner. My body is diminishing, but I can feel something. For someone, it feels good, and I’m not happy with the effect of this thing on my body. I don’t want things to get worse in the next few days. I had to think of countless strategies before my brain could turn into a worm and be controlled by these drugs.

I just leaned my head there, I don't know why I was staring at the air even though I couldn't see anything. When I turned to Wayne, he was the same. He punches the air and then laughs. He was like a madman who lost himself.

Warm tears fell from my eyes. Why does now have these things happen? I want to hug Cray, but if this is my situation, how can I do that? I have nothing more to ask of the Lord now than that he help me.

Likewise, I was unaware that this was the case with the effect of the thing that Wayne had injected into me because until the next morning I was just staring blankly.

Furthermore, I saw Wayne holding a cigarette, I don’t know where he got that. He hadn't held a cigarette earlier. I don’t know if that should be called “earlier” because I don’t even know what time it is. I no longer followed the passing hours.

Wayne blew air in emptiness. He was not moving on the incline, and he was sitting on the wall. I'm only sure of one thing.

We both never slept.

When the cigarette he was smoking ran out, he went to where the ones he was inserting in our skins, and his head trembled. Even though I prefer not to glance there, I looked at what he was looking at and wanted to beat myself up because it was as if I wanted to run into those and compete with him.

I pinched my legs because of the thought. I was trying to bring my mind back to justice. I remember the days I was with Cray. I remember the days when my arm ached to lift him. I didn’t want my arms to hurt because of the stitches of these injections to destroy my brain and be stained with rust. I dismissed the possibilities, but my brain couldn't handle it …

Because my body is confused. It appeared to be a cuisine with an unexpected taste, and you'll return since it's strange with the tastes you've tried. It's a wonderful cuisine combined with what-ifs, and you'd think it'd be delightful, but the fact is that it wrecks your entire existence.

I don't know how Wayne got in front of me, the last I knew was that he stood in his place, walked where, and now he is here again in front of me. I no longer struggle with his grips, I am no longer afraid of what he can do because my body seems to recognize him as an investor in the thing that my body and blood enjoy.

“No … please.” Even if that’s what I said, that contradicts what I wanted to happen. I raised my hands to tear apart what he would do next but seeing the needle, excitement enveloped me. My hands stayed in the air.

Wayne hugged me because of what I did. He kissed my forehead as if I was his girlfriend and this is the right time for us to do the sweet moments he does. Instead of being happy with what he was doing, I seemed even more frustrated because of the length of time he injected me with the needle.

My brain kept giving up. I just accepted what would happen, maybe it's my destiny? I no longer cry over what I think. If this is what the Lord has ordained for me, I only want one. That he would give a good life to my son as well as his father. I want them to live in a quiet and secure home. Is it that they no longer have to think about the people around them?

Lord. That is all I will ask. I have nothing more to ask of you.

Wayne has already put the needle in me. I felt it sink into my flesh because of the slowness of his placement. I closed my eyes and heard a sound.

*Bang*

We both glanced back, but our reactions were completely distinct. He hasn't fully pressed the injection, so the contents aren't yet going into my vein. My heart leaped for gladness. At these points, I realized it was time to talk to Wayne about it. His expression was a mix of horror and dread, but mine was full of hope. I'm hoping there's still some luck left for me.

He turned to face those who had arrived and took two steps forward.

When the policemen were the first to arrive, followed by Megan and Rayleigh, I wanted to rush up to whoever opened the door.

“Thea!" Wayne grasped what was going on when he heard Megan yell. I expected Megan to sprint to me first, but she halted in front of Wayne, her eyes fixed on him, she lifted her hand, and the hand that would have rested on Wayne's face abruptly stuck in the air.

“I believe in you, Wayne! Every day, while I worry about how Thea is doing, you've been my companion! I had no idea you were this type of person!” It was at this point that a thin palm descended on Wayne's cheek. Even though Megan's hand was small, the force of the slap was seen when Wayne's face twisted to the right.

I couldn't see if his face was red or if the smack was just enough to hurt him because he had turned his back on me. The one with the weapons strolled around the two of them, one after the other. Rayleigh, for his part, escorted Megan away from the scene and approached me.

Megan wrapped her arms around me as if there was no tomorrow. Her embrace isn't wide or tight, but it's just right for securing my heart and reassuring me that, at long last, someone is there for me. It's heartbreaking to realize that the person you anticipated to show up didn't. What you believe would save you is not going to save you.

My heart was pierced by a blazing iron. It felt like though someone was welding with high heat. The needles are pointed at my heart because the release of my burning eyes and tears occurred when I felt the scorching of the soul I was defending and protecting.

That incites anger in me. When tears touch my cheek, it's as if they're hitting me in the face with the truth that the person I used to be with, love, and depend on now has no idea what's going on with me.

“W-where is … Haaa … Cray?” I pushed myself to open my mouth despite my body's gasping, inability to move, and desire to be an idiot.

She rubbed my back to make me feel better. I, too, gripped her hard and appeared to be becoming stronger. Rayleigh assisted me to my feet when Megan let go of our embrace.

Megan looks all over the place. It felt as though she was searching for something, but I couldn't focus on her since my body was so weak. I'm like a doll who can't stand on its own. My entire body felt numb and looked to be under anesthesia.

Megan stooped to pick something up from the floor when she noticed it. She dashed back to us, sat down in front of me, and I heard the chain snap. My constricting legs breathed for the first time in a long time.

Rayleigh and Megan both put my arms on their shoulder. They were transformed into my feet. The cops also forced Wayne out.

A chilly and frigid night touched my skin when we exited. As the sorrowful breeze touched me, my hair rose. I heard thunder as if even the sky was horrified by what was going on. All that is missing is the rain, and this will be the basis of my misery.

Many lights are already turned off because of the police's calm. When I looked back at where we had come from, I realized it had to be one of the abandoned jails. The surroundings are gloomy, with thick grass that has already been burned. It's no surprise that there's electricity here, even if it's broken. I'm no longer shocked by Wayne's abilities. I also observed the cab that Wayne used to bring us here.

I talked even though I was fainting. The wind simply eats away at my every letter pronunciation, but I hope they comprehend what I'm saying. Megan is listening to what I'm saying.

“Cray… My son. I need to see.” My eyes were rolling as if I was drowsy.

Megan sat next to me in the back seat as I got into the car. She strokes my hair, which makes me drowsier. Rayleigh reappeared and seemed to be conversing with the cops.

It appears as a lengthy period has gone. I can't articulate how heavy it is; I don't think the bottle, stone, or iron are adequate to explain or depict how depressed my heart is.

I slept out as a result of Megan's caresses on my hair. Because my heart sensed that it was glad and was breathing heavily, and there was a little stillness.

***

“Mommy. I miss you.”

“Mommy. Wake up.”

“Mommy. Why are you not responding?”

Those sounds are the reason I opened my eyes after swearing I'd never open them again. I moved my finger since it was the only area of my body where I felt alive and could move. I opened my eyes as I re-adjusted. It wasn't the posting ceiling and white surrounds I noticed this time. This is simply a regular room. That didn't surprise me because I knew this was the room Cray and I stayed in when we visited Megan.

I turned around to see who had called, but the room was silent. It was almost deafeningly quiet. Because I wasn't acquainted without Cray clawing at me, my ears seemed to burst.

I watched as the door opened and Megan entered with the doctor. This is most likely their family doctor. It sat in front of me, and I stopped paying attention to the scans he performed on me. I'm still struggling to regain the strength I lost.

I clutched the doctor's hand as he prepared to leave. I need to know what my situation is right now. Even if it is still the smallest problem, I require to know.

“You are here to tell me what I should avoid and what I should do so that I can recover faster,” I said, without mentioning the drugs because I knew the doctor was already aware of them.

Megan and the doctor exchanged glances before Megan nodded. Megan swiftly supported me as I shifted my seat. I didn't stop either since I required assistance at the moment.

“You need to get some rest and eat some food. That is the first thing you must do. You tend to fall unexpectedly as a result of the medications that have been put into you.” I was not inaccurate in thinking that they were already aware of it. “Then I'll explain the others because you need to go to the hospital for a full-body scan. But because you can't and need to sleep first, that's the first thing you need to focus on.” He stopped for a few seconds before turning to face Megan. “Also, avoid stressful situations or news that can harm your mental health. That is the first thing that should not be a hindrance to your recuperation.”

I know he's talking to me, but I swear he said it to Megan. There were some for which he spoke more on what meals to eat and what to do when alone. I paid close attention since I knew there was only one thing I should do. And I tend to forget something when there is something that has occurred.

But I still have no idea where Cray is. They had discovered me but not my son, so I was looking at Megan with concern.

“Tell me now, where is my son.”