“—She can’t speak?” I drowned out Tyler’s words and fell unto a wall I hadn’t noticed. A random tear rolled down my cheeks and I bit down on my blistered lips to stop the sob that was threatening to escape my throat.“Danielle? Are you alright?” Tyler questioned and the scent of his cologne filled my nostril. My breath hitched and I struggle to focus my vision on him even though I could see doubles. I groaned and slide right into his arms instead of the ground.I wasn’t losing consciousness. Not in the least, but for some reason, it felt like I was neither conscious nor unconscious, and the more I tried to unravel it, the more I felt entangled. My airways tightened and my feet dug harder into the ground, I dug my fingers into my palm but I couldn’t feel any pressure.Dread filled me and I felt my insides twist in horror, my limbs felt like they were being weighed down by a considerably dangerous amount of bricks and my eyes struggled to stay open while the pressure on my chest increase
"Coffee?" I heard Tyler ask. He had been holding a cup of coffee in front of me for a while now, I blinked. "I made it just the way you like it." He added.I shook my head casually and ran my hands through my hair. "Everything is going to be fine." Tyler comforted me in a low tone, I would have let out a sarcastic laugh and told him just how much everything would not be fine if I hadn't lost my voice.He didn't say anything after that, We simply stood by the lobby while Leonardo sat down in the waiting room. I marched over to the lobby willingly, my legs had started doing those things they always do; Walking without my permission."The detective we hired gave me a response tonight." My eyes snapped up at Tyler and he stared back at me with heavy dull blue orbs. I felt guilt knock at the door of my heart and I could not help but feel that all of this was in one way or another my fault."He found Mathias's apartment," My eyes widened and I licked my lips as I stared at him in expectation
I ran my hands through my hair for the millionth time and tapped my foot against the ground. The revelation concerning Alice and Mathias was what led us to search for him and now, He was dead.I wasn’t even sure that Rye knew he was dead and the fact that he died three years ago, sent chills down my spine, everything, every single event that lead right to Alice concerning my father’s death, Happened three years ago when he was m murdered.I wondered if it had all been related, I felt like I was missing something, something very important but I couldn’t wrap my head around what it was. “Do you want to sit?” Tyler asked. I shook my head and bit down on my lip.“I was thinking…” He began and I glanced at him. “Shouldn’t we see a doctor about your voice? It could be serious.” He whispered before he tore his gaze from me. Ever since the incident with Charlotte, it felt like he had been walking on eggshells around me and I had no clue why.Tyler sighed loudly and I perked up at that, He re
"Hm, There's nothing wrong with your vocals, This is probably because of the shock," George informed Tyler and me as he looked me over again, His stethoscope rested on his neck and most of his weight was on his table."Is there anything we can do to you know...Fix it?" Tyler asked calmly. I rolled my eyes and was about to say something along the lines of 'You can't just fix things like these but then I mentally groaned when I recalled that I could not speak"I could refer you to a specialist." George offered as he stood straight and walked over to his chair, We had spent theLast two hours in his office checking out my vocals and wondering what or when something went wrong. Tyler seemed to be panicking and I had a lot more things to be worried about,"I think —" I sent Tyler a glare and he almost threw his head back in a groan, His shoulders were stiff as he stared into my eyes, almost as if he wanted me to give in and see the specialist but my demeanor was stronger than that.I glance
"Who are you?!" Her hoarse voice boomed and I tried to pull away but her nails just dug into me. Charlotte's voice seems to attract the attention of Tyler and George because, in no time, both men were around us, Tyler was trying to get her to leave my arm while Goerge worked on giving her a sedative.She didn't budge though, red filled her eyes and for a moment there I felt hatred from a woman who had shown me nothing but love, I had never seen this side of Charlotte and I was very interested in knowing what was wrong."She sent you here to Kill me, didn't she?!" She yelled and tightened her grip on my wrist if that was even possible at this point, The hospital walls felt like they were closing in on me, and I wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare, but of course, that did not happen."Where is the little girl? Huh? What did that witch do with the little girl?!" She boomed. I shut my eyes as Tyler tried to pull my hand away from her and to be honest the whole scene was pathetic.
The silence in the room was aching, Leonardo was currently pacing to and fro within the small space, while I struggled to come to terms with everything I had just heard.“I’m sorry...” I heard him whisper in a strained voice, my eyes were glued to the empty hall in front of me, while my mind was divided between the situation here and why in the world Tyler wasn’t here yet. I knew I needed to do something. Anything. I wanted to know what happened. I knew Leonardo, He adored Charlotte. Especially since the incident with his parents a month ago, there was no way the kid would have been willing to hurt her, No way at all.This whole thing led me to wonder what compelled him to go this far. It must have been pretty hard to hurt someone you love and from what I knew, They had no issues with each other and there was no way Leonardo could do anything like this Unless he had been threatened. That led me to wonder why he hadn’t spoken to us, I, Tyler, Charlotte. We were not related by blood an
Eight-year-old me wouldn’t exactly be proud of who I was now, but she would be content and at peace to an extent. As much as this seems to have absolutely nothing to do with everything that was going on, It had everything to do with it.It was then, that I was reminded of eight-year-old me, Her dull emerald eyes from staying away all night and living in fear, The way her footsteps were faint because she tried to avoid any form of interaction even in her own home, The way she would quirk her lips upwards and pretend everything was fine.How she made wishes up on wishes while blaming herself for every single predicament and begging God to make her disappear because she was tired of taking up too much space. I felt the edges of my lips curl downwards as I realized just how similar I was to eight-year-old me. She always felt she could handle it all and life never stopped throwing crap at her. Twenty-three-year-old me is tired of life throwing things at her though, Twenty three year old me
“Danielle please stop! This place isn’t safe!” I didn’t stop though, I wasn’t the one who had to stop, He was the one. He was the one chasing after me. Right? It took me a few minutes into the streets to realize how late it was and the fact that Tyler was still chasing me. If I had my voice, I would have probably said something along the lines of; ‘Don’t you give up?’ But I did not have my voice and that made the entire difference. I stopped and spun around to lock eyes with him, I wanted to tell him to leave — That I needed and wanted to be alone, but unfortunately, I could not,“This place isn’t safe. Please, Let’s go.” His voice sounded stuffy and he had a slight stumble in his footsteps. Tyler was breathing heavily, probably because he had been chasing me for over an hour now and we were pretty far from the hospital, I had watched as the Disney-themed man placed his hand on his knees to catch his breath, that was about ten minutes ago and he was not calming down.I tried to call