Drastic Changes
Chapter 6
Annie stayed asleep for the rest of that day.
After hearing from Sally what had happened to Annie I became worried, and I don’t get worried easily.
Me and Emma had a talk with the Doctor about why she was having seizures and why her behaviour was starting to change.
“I reckon that she’s suffering from epilepsy. That’s what’s causing those seizures.” The Doctor wheeled over to a big machine that hung over the examination table. “As soon as I get the EEG scanner set up then we can see which part of her brain is causing her seizures.”
“But there’s still the question of what is causing her to act like she’s been acting.” I reminded the Doctor.
“I wanna know what’s happened to the little girl who made our Halloween so special.”
“I want to know what’s happened to my new best friend. She used to be just like an angel. Nothing like this.” Said Emma.
“Emma, why don’t you check on her? See if she’s awake and if she feels she’s ready for the EEG or even if she feels like eating.” Suggested the Doctor.
“What if she’s not woken up yet?”
“Then well just have to wait until comes round.” The Doctor recommended.
So, Emma walked off down the ramp to Sally’s old room where Annie was sleeping.
Emma hoped to at least find her awake, but she also hoped to find her in a better mood as to what she had been told of yesterday.
As she approached the door, Emma could hear only silence so she believed that Annie was still asleep.
But as the door opened and the room was revealed, Emma saw markings on the wall. Red-ish brown markings.
It was blood.
Emma then saw Annie lain faced down on the floor.
There was blood stained pieces of broken glass on the floor next to her.
And Annie’s fingers were covered in blood. And so was her wrist.
Annie must have drawn blood and had used it to written and draw on the wall.
Emma was shocked.
“Doctor! Come quick!” Emma shouted as she ran towards Annie.
She dusted the glass away from her and took hold of both Annie’s hands. She then tried to wake Annie up.
“Annie, can you hear me? Annie!”
Upon hearing Emma‘s yelling for help, I raced down to the bedroom with the doctor.
As soon as I came to the room, I myself was shocked by what I saw.
The blood writing on the walls.
The Doctor noticed the injury on her wrist.
“Jack, fetch me a something for a tourniquet quickly!”
“Of course!” I rushed back to the lab.
I quickly came back with clean rags from Sally’s cupboard in the lab.
I passed them to the Doctor and then came over to Annie.
“Jack, I can’t wake her.” Said Emma.
“She must have fainted again.” I assumed.
“But at least she’s not fitting. Place her on the bed so I can see to her.” The Doctor ordered.
I scooped Annie from the floor and in to my arms. I then laid her down on her bed.
The Doctor then took hold of her injured wrist and wrapped the rag around it and tied it tightly.
“Emma, I need you to hold her wrist and keep pushing down. The pressure should stop the bleeding.”
“Annie, why did you do this to yourself?” I whispered to Anastasia.
“And why did she do all this?” The Doctor referred to the blood writing on the walls.
I wasn’t in English. It was all symbols and other mysterious languages.
“What does it all mean?” Emma questioned.
“I have no idea?” The Doctor replied.
“Hmm, could Annie have learnt any other languages during her past life? She was a pirate and I bet she went to quiet a few placed.” I Suggested.
“If she did, it would help us translate all this.”
“Well, even if she can, we’re going to have to wait until she wakes up to perform the EEG. We’re going to need to if she keeps collapsing like this.” The Doctor said.
“And what then?” Emma questioned. “After you find out why she’s been collapsing and fitting, how are you going to find out why she’s been out of her mind the past two days, and getting worse!”
“Well, if she does have an epileptic disorder it could be effecting her psychologically, any brain disorder can have unpredictable psychological disorders as a symptom.” The Doctor explained.
I noticed Emma starting to shake. It was as if she was going to have a nervous breakdown. I had to say something to head away from the conversation.
“Emma, why don’t you go for a walk or something to clear your head. I’ll stay with Annie, I promise I’ll be here when she wakes up.”
“Walk? Walk!?! How can I do anything to calm myself down when Anastasia’s writing on the wall in her own blood!?! How do I know when she’s not hurting herself, or fitting again, or if she’s suddenly going to burst into tears and start screaming or…”
“Aaarhhh!” Came a scream from behind us all.
Annie had woken up. She was crying her eyes out.
“Emma! EMMA!!!”
“Annie!” Emma ran to her.
Emma threw her arms round Anastasia.
I came to her myself to try to comfort her through her sobbing, as so did the Doctor.
“Annie, it alright.” I spoke.
“Annie, why did you do this!?” Emma cried.
“I…I couldn’t stop it!!!” Annie sobbed hysterically.
“Why couldn’t you stop it?”
“I don’t know!” Both Emma and Annie cried, (well, it at least it
sounded like Emma was crying)
There was a lot of noise from their crying, but the Doctor had to speak up.
“Annie? Annie, I need you to listen to me.” He began. “I’m going to need to find out why you keep fainting and fitting, understand?”
Annie nodded.
“I need to see you and Emma in the lab later tonight, when you’ve both calmed down, and I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”
“How can you do anything? You have no idea what’s happening!” Annie sobbed.
“I believe you might have epilepsy, and I intend to cure it.”
Annie just set her head back down on Emma’s shoulder and continued to cry.
I tried speaking to them both as they both were hysterical. I did all I could to calm them both down.
But now there were more questions to be answered. Not only what happened the night Annie disappeared, but why she was hurting herself and did all that on the wall? Why was her behaviour and her personality changing?
I still intended to find the answers, I cared about Anastasia too much to simply ignore the unanswered questions.
But little did I know, I would find the answers soon enough. And as underestimated the situation, I was unprepared for what the answers would bring.
