Day 18 of 365.
So, tonight I’m just not in the mood for animating my project. I’ll devote some time to it tomorrow. Instead I’m going to continue pantsing the story Stillness. If you haven’t read parts One & Two, make sure you do that before you read this next part. I really have no clue where this story is going, but I’m having fun finding out.
Stillness: Part 3
The jeep rolled slowly down the dirt road. Damien was driving the car like an old granny in Clase’s opinion. Even in her medically impaired state of amnesia she could tell he was uncomfortable with mountain driving, and thus slow. The men had insisted on wrapping her in a coat and a blanket, then cranking the heat up in the car as they drove through the winding road. It made her feel warm, but sleepy.
Dr. Gifford sat in the back with her, checking her every few seconds to make sure she was okay. Clase had shut down a bit after the phantom hands had tried strangling her. She hadn’t said much since then, and the silence in the jeep was starting to annoy her. She wanted Damien to ask a bunch of questions, but he seemed concentrated on his driving. Gifford on the other hand was either checking her or side glancing at her. His opinions about her state being silently broadcasted.
“Can you just stop that?” Clase said after the rounded another corner and she saw Gifford glance again.
“Stop looking over at me as if I’m a bomb. I get it, you’re concerned.”
Damien piped in, “He’s a doctor honey, of course he thinks you’re a bomb.”
“You too, stop that. I don’t remember you,” Clase snapped. She stared out the window.
A white streak, barely visible in the fog, was drifting next to her. She snapped back in fear as a face appeared in it.
Damien was saying something, “…I’ll get your memory back.”
A hand reached out grasping toward Clase. Clase slammed her eyes shut in fear. Maybe if she couldn’t see it the phantom would go away.
Hands grasped her neck. Icy fingers and nails digging into her skin and squeezing. Clase clawed at the hands trying to rip them off her neck, her eyes still shut. She couldn’t breathe. She could hear shouting, but it was distant.
“CLASE!” Dr. Gifford shouted. Clase felt the car breaks slam hard and she opened her eyes as she jerked forward in the seatbelt.
Silence for a brief second, and then Damien twisted around to look at her.
“What’s going on?”
Gifford pulled Clase’s chin up gently. She swallowed, feeling the raw pain from the phantom hands.
“You’re bleeding…” Gifford whispered. “How?”
“Are those bruises?” Damien asked.
Clase looked between them both before shoving the jeep door open. She held her neck up to the side mirror. Red and blue bruises had appeared up and down her neck with small fingernail cuts. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
The car door slammed and Damien appeared around the edge of the jeep. “What’s going on?” he stammered, “Where-Where did that come from?”
Gifford shifted behind her. Clase swallowed unsure of what to tell these people.
Damien’s eyes locked with hers, staring into her soul. She wanted to lie and say that it was nothing. To tell this man she barely knew that she was okay, that nothing was there. There was true fear behind them, but instead what came out of her mouth was, “The hands…”
“What hands?” Damien asked slowly.
“The phantom hands. They keep trying to kill me,” Clase said. It sounded so stupid. “They just keep…They pulled me down in the water, and just now tried to strangle me.”
“So…now you’re being killed….” Damien searched for a better word, but failed, “by a ghost?” He added, his voice cracking a bit, “And you can’t remember me.”
Clase felt a strong urge to comfort him, and started to move toward him. Damien held up his hands and shook his head. “Get in the car.”
Clase swallowed hard, hurt by the reaction. He clearly thought she was crazy. She turned back around. As she did she saw the white streak. A tall man was standing partially in it, staring at her. She froze. He shook his head and pointed to the car. Clase, shaking did just that.
The rest of the car ride down to the ambulance was in silence. Clase felt her head pounding every time someone shifted slightly. She ended up staring out the window to see if the man was following. He was. He floated along in pale cloud, his head and hands reaching out like he was superman. She was terrified of him, but felt oddly comforted that she was communicating with this…human? She didn’t know what he was.
To be continued…