No Way Out

Melody is your typical school loner. She has the books, the glasses, the nerdy status, and the past that repels other people. Except for one. When a strange boy moves into the small town, Melody doesn't know what to do. He isn't like everyone else. But having a deep fear of people doesn't help the situation. And she will soon realize that, in her small town, people aren't all that are to be feared.


7. Chapter 6

I couldn't see anything. All was silent. But that changed in less than a second. There was a rough laugh that sounded muffled, as if someone was talking on the phone. "Melody," the voice whispered, faintly. "Melody, I'm coming for you." Then the laugh was right next to me.

I gasped for air, suffocating from the thick tube down my throat. All around me I heard faint beeps and voices, trying to talk over one another. But the ringing in my ears was louder. Someone help me! I thought. Please, I'm going to die! Someone must've noticed my thrashing because soon I felt hands trying to hold me down, and the voices were saying my name. My eyes were still closed, and they felt like they were glued shut. Then I heard a distinct voice saying my name. Jason.

My eyes shot open and I finally saw all the doctors and nurses hovering around me in their scrub outfits. But I saw hazel eyes, and brown hair. Automatically, I felt relief wash over myself like a wave, and I began to calm down, still gasping for air. The doctors decided to give me sleep medicine to take the feeding tube out, so I was unconscious again in less than a minute.


The second time I woke up, it was much less chaotic. I opened my eyes and they instantly met a blinding white light. As they adjusted, I looked around, exploring the environment. I found Andrew slouching in a chair on the other side of the room. He sleeps a lot, doesn't he? I felt disappointed when he was the only other person in the room. Where is Jason? I wondered. My question was quickly answered when Jason walked calmly through the door with food in his hand. I smiled weakly. He must've sensed me alertness because he jerked his head in my direction. Hazel met hazel as we stared at each other. His eyes were brighter than the sun when he spotted me. He threw his food onto the table and literally ran to my side. Soon, I felt those strong, yet delicate, arms around me once more. When our hug ended, Jason sat in an empty space next to me on the hospital bed. He raised his hand to my face and gently placed it on my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.

"Hey, how are you doing?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine, just a little sore," I answered. My voice cracked from not being used for a while. A hint of alarm flashed through his eyes.

"Do you need a nurse?" he abruptly asked. I giggled quietly because of his nervousness.

"No, it's fine. All I need is time," I reassured. His tense form relaxed in response to my answer. I don't know why he's so worried about me. I searched his eyes to find some answers, but they showed no emotion. I let out a sigh and heard Jason's stomach grumble. That made me laugh. He quickly looked down and started playing with the bed sheets out of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I haven't eaten anything for a while," he admitted.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"Well, the first time, you were unconscious for about three days. That's why you had to use the feeding tube. When they sedated you, you were only out for a few more hours," he explained.

"Ok," I responded. "Now, how long have you been here?" I gave him a look saying I wasn't in the mood to be lied to. We sat there for about ten more minutes before he finally spit it out.

"Since the beginning," he said with new found confidence. His answer didn't shock me that much, but I still looked at him with wide eyes.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Because I care about you," he simply said. I just didn't know how to respond to that. Then my mouth started babbling involuntarily.

"But why?! Nobody cares about me except for that person!" I jabbed my finger out at Andrew. What a heavy sleeper. "You're not supposed to care about me! I'm not worth it! Everybody will just hate you if you show even the slightest bit of pity to me!" Then I paused. His eyes were almost as big as golf balls. "That's what this is, isn't it? You're only being friendly because you feel bad for me. I should've known. No one can be a friend. I can't think of anybody like that. My life is just a simple hell-hole. I may as well just not live anym-"

"Melody! Don't talk like that!" Jason interrupted. He roughly grasped my arm, and pulled me to him so that our faces were inches apart. "I don't care what shit you've gone through. I am NOT going to let you kill yourself because of stupid little bitches don't know how to deal with someone who's different," he growled. "You're too important to me now. I can't let you go, and you won't be able to get rid of me." My eyes began to tear up, and I couldn't hold back the sob that rose up from my throat. When Jason heard it, his face softened, and his grip loosened. "Melody, please don't cry. I only want the best for you." He wiped the first tear with his thumb. That triggered it. The tears started falling more frequently and the sobs got louder. Jason laid down on the bed next to me, and pulled me to lay beside him. He pulled the blankets up to meet my chin and wrapped his arms around me. We laid there, watching each other, until I eventually fell asleep, and he quickly followed.

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