"I'm really sorry," she said. "I didn't have good control at that time. Power is irresistible, but I have learned to control it. I only hope you can forgive my past."
"What do you mean, the power is too small?" I grabbed the metal chair by the back, but let others know. She started to go crazy again.
"You know what power I am talking about," she said. "I know you are here to find answers. Even if you haven't woken up yet, you know that you are different."
I spend most of my time as a corpse. Of course I know I am different. "What do you mean I am not awake? I'm talking to you, am I?"
She approached me and studied me. I hide behind the chair, feeling unsafe.
"I understand," she started. "Someone just turned on your switch. You are still warming up." She started drawing again. "I, as a person, I am very excited because you are such a person."
"Why are you talking so quietly?" I asked. Because she is crazy. "What do you mean by who I am?"
She stopped drawing and frowned. "His daughter."
"Whose daughter?" Brinkley's? "I asked. I don't know why Brinkley suddenly appeared in my mind.
Maybe it's because he is the only old man that Rachel and I know.
Rachel burst out laughing. "No."
Then there was more and more laughter, until the tears blurred her eyes.
"This is a bad idea," I said. "I don't know why I think coming here is the answer."
Rachel's hair fell into her eyes, curled under her chin. "Because you want to understand angels."
This stopped me. The sound of her singing made me nervous. She was so normal five seconds ago that I almost forgot that she was a lunatic. To make matters worse, I was surprised by Rachel's appearance, which I can only describe as an electric shock. My skin seemed to tremble on my bones, and my lips became dry. Although I am sure that she is obviously completely crazy, but her words aroused a certain feeling in my heart.
"Can't you tell me?" I asked.
She pointed to the paintings on the wall, those that were ignored as soon as I walked in. I know the people in the photo, including Ellie and Gabriel, two people Rachel has never met.
Anger came out of my throat, threatening to swallow me. I try to concentrate. Seeing Gabriel's face on the wall is enough to remind me why I am here. "Someone is injured, and someone helps. That's what you said. Tell me about angels."
She glanced at me through the sketchbook, but remained silent. She tried her best to restrain herself, so she didn't take the notebook out of her hand and asked her to talk to me. I was afraid that I would lose my temper with someone who was fragile like a child, so I turned and left.
"Wait," Rachel shouted, sounding scared. "do not go."
"You don't want to talk," I said. My voice remains tight and restrained. I can't be so mean to her.
She put down the book. "Can I at least give a hug?"
impossible. I don't even like sitting on the side of the bed. How can I let a madman put his arms around me
Go ahead.
In my mind, this command is clear, her hands outstretched to fumble for the air for me, it seems even more urgent.
go a head.
I walked through the room, step by step. I was within her abilities, but she did not catch me. She just opened her arms and invited me in. Did she use her thoughts or something crazy to force me.
You can trust her, Fan Fan.
I recognized the voice, but I didn't say it out loud. The jīng god hospital is the last place I talk to my hallucinations.
Then I saw him, sitting in an empty double **. One ankle crossed the other, and he twisted to and fro the wall behind.
"Come on, Jessup," Rachel pressed her finger tightly. "Don't you miss me at all?"
"More than you know," I whispered. I was serious. This is my opportunity to sincerely apologize. "I'm sorry for what happened to you. I blame myself. If you don't train me so hard, you have replaced so many people."
Rachel pulled me up from the fuck. My heart is tense with fear, and her arms surround me.
"You are worth it," she said softly, pinching my earlobe and then my cheek again, an old-fashioned comforting gesture.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I feel guilty for her condition and fear that I will be by her side. It is only a matter of time.
"You will be the one to save us, Jessup. I saw it." Rachel's arms, soft at first, curled up tightly. It's like feeling a big python slowly winding around my neck. It was so slow that I didn't realize that I was in trouble until I couldn't move. I tried to shake her off, but she just grabbed her tightly.
Her voice was so soft, I had to give up squirming or risk losing her while shuffling our clothes and supplies. "You must obey your angel, only your angel. He knows better than you what he needs."
"what?"
She squeezed me hard, squeezed the air out of my lungs, and said all my words. "They are watching you, Jessup. And listening. Be careful what you show them. Keep your power a secret. Trust only your angels."
My heart roared like a thunder. Coupled with her death grip, this room became some places around me. This reminds me of the worst aspect of Eve's attack. Claustrophobia. Suffocating.
I vomited on my own mouth and choked. She let go of me, and the air rushed in, like a huge wave hitting the beach. Why is she so strong? What did they eat for her? I stumbled to my feet and tried to breathe. Of course, I may struggle to make things worse.
When Rachel tore off the picture she had been drawing from her notebook, a huge tearing sound blew back on the white wall.
She stuffed it into my hand. "Choose carefully. You will need her most in the end."
I want to open this photo, I hope her can make it clear, but she put a hand on my hand and stopped me. "Time is up."
Gabriel doesn't look easy. He stood up, ready for anything. You must leave.
I don't know how he did it, but I saw those people perfectly in my mind. The three seemingly troublesome thugs harass the queen bee on the desk. Although this table is at the end of the hall, the image I see is perfect, as if we were standing next to it.
"Thank you," I whispered to Rachel. I don't know what I should be grateful for, she didn't choke me to death. Whatever the reason, I think she helped me a lot. I stuffed the paper into the back pocket of my jeans.
"It's always nice to see you," she said, a big smile suddenly appeared on her face. "We will meet again, Fan Fan. Good luck."
The lady sitting at the desk screamed. "You can't go in."
I walked through the hall, hid in another room, and found myself staring at a middle-aged man in a fancy dress. He was sitting in a hip, a woman squatted in front of him, applying makeup to him. They are all patients.
I was afraid they would jump up and go crazy at me, and I blurted out compliments. "You are beautiful."
"You can't see it yet," the woman asked in a hoarse voice. "He is not ready yet."
"I won't peek," I promised, focusing half of my attention on the small glass window on the door, and seeing the two men hiding in Rachel's room. My other half's attention is still focused on the two jīng god patients squatting behind me.
As soon as the thug came in, the door slammed shut, as if it was slammed shut from the inside, and I heard the strangest sound. I yanked the door open and crossed the hall to rescue her, Rachel's face appeared.
She smiled and gave me a thumbs up through the small window. I stared at her grinning face stupidly, looking at the two unconscious guys, she piled them up next door. I have a feeling that Rachel’s gifts are not limited to mediocre paintings or puzzles.
I went back to the main room and found the queen bee arguing with the last person. I pulled up the hat of the hoodie, pulled up the rope and pulled most of my face to my toes. I've been praying that my shoes won't squeak, or Queenie won't yell me to quit.
Just before I walked through the big double doors, the soles of my shoes were dragging tiles.
I was stunned.
The man who was arguing at the desk turned around and saw me. He yelled at his unconscious buddies. I ran as fast as possible, hoping that he could not wait for his support. I cut into the corridor, ran through the elevator, and ran to the top of the stairs.
I have never been so fast in my life. I reached the bottom of the stairwell and I felt good. I am smart, I am fast, I am forced to survive, as if NRD gave me no choice.
I opened the door, walked through the last section of the corridor on the first floor, and then jumped out from the side exit. Kayla's car parked in the distance, it was a beacon of my salvation.
Someone grabbed me from behind, two arms swallowing me by my side.
"I'm going to chop you," I screamed. I fought like a fish on the ground, and my big hands lifted me from my feet and kicked. "I will use my willpower to cut you open."
"When did you start thinking?" Brinkley said.
I stopped struggling, and he threw me down. I turned around. He grew some dirty jaws. His blue eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, and I had never noticed so much gray on his head before. No matter what he did to protect me, he kept doing it instead of sleeping.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.
A heavy door slammed into a place, and Brinkley used this as a signal that he was dragging my elbow toward Kyra's car.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I screamed as we ran across the lawn to the parking lot. "You have been keeping secrets." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)