Chapter 8

I woke up confused, my whole body ached, especially my head, so I decided not to move, I could not be fully aware of my surroundings and my eyes were half closed, I could only determine that I was in a hospital, it was day and light it hit me right in the face.

I made an effort to remember something from the night before, but everything was blurry. Little by little I listened some voices, they were in the same room although I was listening to them in the distance, trying hard not to fall asleep I tried to listen to them.

“We can't leave now” said what sounded like Tyler's voice, it was heard somewhere in my head, but I could still identify that he was next to me.

“He's right, she's our friend, I'm not going to leave” Emmy answered indignantly

“You have to do it, it is forbidden that the acquaintances of the patients stay at night” A woman answered who should be the nurse, she seemed to want to sympathize, but she had no choice.

“Can you give us at least half an hour more?” Mack asked, which surprised me quite a bit.

After several more pleas the nurse had nothing to do but leave them that half hour, but I couldn't be with them, sleep overcame me and I lost consciousness again.

I woke up in the same bed, this time I was just a little dizzy, but conscious enough to get up, I sat up. The window illuminated the entire dark room with a blue light, through the window you could see the crescent moon. The walls of the room were white like most furniture, which made it more noticeable that I was in a hospital, I was holding a dropper from my arm, I was going to get up when a sound from a chair at the back of the room scared me. I looked at her and saw a seated silhouette, but this one instead laughed and the moon could then illuminate her marked features, her eyes were blue, but the light turned them a navy gray, it was very attractive. At first, I confused him with Jackson, and it did seem, but it wasn't him.

—Nice to meet you Alice. —I was surprised he knew my name, but then I realized, he was Jackson's brother.

—Ah ... —I thought—. Hi. —I replied awkwardly, he had a funny and dangerous glint in his eyes that appealed almost more than his looks.

—My name is Lewis. —He smiled at me and held out his hand, doubtfully I shook it, I felt a strange electric current that made my heart beat suddenly, I blushed, but fortunately he did not notice.

—Jackson wanted to come to see you. —He said—. But I have convinced him to stay.

—Jackson ... —We hadn't talked in a week—. Its he okay? —In response he laughed again. Apparently some of what I had said had sounded funny to him.

—Perfectly Alice. —I realized that he was pronouncing my name, marking it more than the other words, trying to show a confidence that did not exist.

I tried to look him in the eye, but I had to constantly look away from mine, his gaze was penetrating and gave the feeling that it pierced you with it, it was a mixture of a strange emptiness and at the same time an entire universe, everything and nothing at the same time.

-And what do you want? I asked trying to be curt, his expression darkened and his look was serious now.

—A message has reached you, from a stranger, true? —At first I didn't understand it, but I immediately remembered everything—. I was dancing, or drinking a cocktail. That part is a dark blur in my mind, and then the message, from a stranger, I don't remember what he had said to me, but I remember a message, the reason why I'm in the hospital.

Then Lewis took a paper out of his pocket, with something written on it, handed it to me, and I took it, a chill ran through my body with the touch of our hands at that moment, but I tried not to think in it.

I looked at the paper, where in black ink it was perfectly written:

Unknown: “This time you won't be the one having fun Lewis.”

—What does this mean? —asked.

—Look. —He told to me while he took out his cell phone, he showed me an empty conversation, with a stranger—. A message also came to me, but they are deleted.

I went to the dropper, where my cell phone was in a small drawer, and I took it. I got to the conversation, and there was no message, it was totally empty.

I moved closer to him again, sitting where I used to, which made me a bit dizzy from the effort. Saddened, and confused, I looked at him.

—I'm sorry. —I lowered my gaze—. I ... I don't remember anything, I don't know what the message was.

—Do not worry. —He smiled at me calming me down—. He probably didn't say anything important.

—But, it was bad enough for him to pass out. —I answered doubtfully.

—It wasn't the message, it was the memories Alice. —I smiled, but my expression changed when I realized we didn't know what to do. He seemed to notice and answered.

—I do not know how we will find the cause of everything ... —he thought—. It will probably take time, but we will find him, and I plan to kill him with my bare hands. —He said the last thing, and that scared me, but I decided not to pay attention to him.

A thud in the hall made us jump, I ran to the door to open it, but Lewis grabbed my shoulder, and he looked into my eyes.

—Don't go yet, wait. —My heart was going to explode, it had seemed like a gunshot and keeping still only increased my anxiety, I began to hyperventilate but Lewis, trying to support me, squeezed my hand sympathizing. That simple gesture of support calmed me, but not enough.

A notification on the two mobiles raised the silence, I looked at my mobile first.

Unknown: “Your prints are on the gun, would you take a chance?”

I dropped the phone suddenly. I looked at Lewis, who was writing down his message on a piece of paper, I went over and read it.

Unknown: “Since when are you the accomplice Lewis Steele”

He got up and guided me to the door.

—We have to get rid of the body Alice. —He said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world, as if we weren't really talking about a person who was now just a lifeless body.

Slowly we went outside, it was a dark corridor, there were doors to other rooms where other patients were staying, but one of those doors was different, there was a red liquid on its knob and under it a pool of blood, they had killed a patient. I was paralyzed, I didn't want to go in, I didn't want to see what was in there. My head imagined thousands of scenarios, there could be everything in that room. But, unfortunately Lewis did not give me the pleasure of choosing, he entered putting a paper so as not to stain when opening, and then he stared at me until I entered, his eyes now seemed different, they had darkened and had a mysterious glow of fun.

Inside it smelled of iron from the blood and the ground was full of it. We heard a noise at the back of the room, a grunt from someone, we ran there, it was a girl, they had shot him, he was trying to squeeze her wound to stop the bleeding. Without thinking, I ran towards her and put my hand to stop her blood.

—Alice we can't do anything now, she's lost all her blood. —The express—. All we can do is ask she.

I was paralyzed without knowing what he meant, he just looked at me like I was an ignorant little girl. In my place, the girl answered.

—I haven't seen him, he was at a party. —She said, struggling—. I have woken up here, on the floor, and with a person in front of me. —I could feel the pain that each of her words contained—. Then he shot me. —He didn't say much more, because at that moment she died. Lewis who had taken the gun threw it to the ground with force, indignant, and I shocked I pulled my hand away from her wound. We both got up and sat on one of the beds, wondering what to do next. I was the first to get up, I took the gun from the floor and with my shirt I wiped the blood from it, then I put it in a pocket of the hospital nightgown, if I had my fingerprints no one could find it.

Shortly after, we both began to clean the room, I prayed for the girl even without believing in any god, while Lewis ended up cleaning the blood, which I would never do.

Once everything was ready I was paralyzed, we didn't really know what to do with the body, or at least I didn't. As if he had read my mind he answered me.

—You go, I'll take care of her. —I was hesitant at first, but he seemed very confident, so I did.

I opened the door and took a step outside, but I could not continue advancing, on the wall at the front of the corridor, drawn with blood, a symbol was traced, the same that I had seen in that coffin, a circle being crossed by a line, like Saturn.

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I don't know if it is well translated, I hope so

—Venus