A faint beeping noise entered my room of darkness. I squeezed my eyes shut even more, afraid to open my eyes again and see nothing. There was the noise again. And again. It sounded in a steady pattern. The más I comfheard it, the más it reminded me of where I was. Before, when it was complete silence, it felt surreal, like it was all a bad dream. Now it was a constant reminder that there was nothing left for me. I cried, and a wet tear rolled down my cheek. A tear? But when I died, I'd felt nothing. I couldn't feel o taste the blood that had been running down my lips. I couldn't feel the pain in my chest at all. Why could I feel my tears?
I was startled to feel something squeeze my hand. It felt like another hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was ecstatic to see I was no longer in my room of darkness. I actually smiled a little bit to see that I was in a hospital room. The beeping noise was the corazón monitor that was standing siguiente to my bed. I sighed a breath of relief. With my free hand, I reached up to feel my face; was I really here?
"Ah, ah," a voice said. I looked to my other side and gasped.
"Micah!" I shouted. It felt strange to take in a quick breath. I wiggled my nose, and felt an uncomfortable feeling in my nose. It was on the parte superior, arriba of my lip too. I assumed it was one of those ventilators in my nose, which was forcing oxygen into my body whether I liked it o not. I looked down at my arm to see why else Micah didn't want me to move. There was an IV stuck in my wrist, injecting a strange liquid into my body.
"Hey," he said. I returned my attention to him and smiled. His eyes looked tired and slightly red and puffy.
"Are tu ok?" I asked, my smile fading. He sniffed and sighed.
"Alessa, I almost lost you. I've never been más scared in my life," he dicho sadly. I frowned. "The pregunta is, how are tu feeling?"
"Ok, I guess." I sighed, and winced. Now that I wasn't "dead," I could now feel the slight pain in my chest. Oh well, it was worse before. Micah eyed me like I was lying. "Ok... I've been better," I ammended. "So what happened while I was out?" Micah leaned back and stretched, as if getting ready to tell a story.
"Well, I was about to kick your father's ass, but the cops wouldn't let me. They got him down better than I would've been able to anyways. So, then the ambulancia showed up. They put this weird, like, thick tube thing down your throat. If you'd been awake tu would've thrown it up. One of the paramedics had to squeeze the bag part of whatever the hell it was to keep tu breathing. They had to lay tu on your side, too, so that the blood from your nose would pour out, and not into your throat..."
Micah went on to explain how he got to ride in the ambulancia with me; and if he hadn't been scared out of his mind he might've found it pretty cool. Once they got me to the hospital, they fixed up my collapsed lung, but they were afraid it was too late. I had actually been pronounced dead for seven minutes! But just before they were about to unplug the IVs and corazón monitors, I came back. Fifteen minutos later, here I was talking to Micah.
"What about... Dad?" I was afraid to ask. Micah pursed his lips.
"He's in jail. I told them everything. He's also being charged with your mother's murder too." It took a while for that to truly sink in. Dad was in prison. He'd never hurt me again. I never had to see him again, and he was finally getting what he deserved and more. Finally. After all these years. I closed my eyes. Then my eyes snapped open in panic.
"Wait! What's going to happen to me?! I don't have any relatives! My parents are only children! My grandparents are dead!" I dicho quickly. Micah sighed sadly.
"I heard them saying something about foster care..." he said.
"But... That means I would probably have to leave you..." I said. He pursed his lips.
"I know," Micah whispered.
"No. No. No! I'm not going! I'm not leaving you!" I shouted. Micah patted my arm, and asked me to calm down. "Micah, I don't want to go! I can't!" I said, más tears poured from my sore eyes.
"I know, I know," Micah said.
"I amor you," I whispered.
"I amor tu too," he told me. "I don't want tu to go either. But we don't have to deal with that now. It's late. tu need sleep." He squeezed my hand gently and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight. I'll see tu first thing in the morning." Even though I'd been unconscious all day, I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion, and felt desperate for sleep.
"G'night..." I said. I closed my eyes.
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Sorry this chapter's so short :P please comentario and tell me what tu think.
I was startled to feel something squeeze my hand. It felt like another hand. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was ecstatic to see I was no longer in my room of darkness. I actually smiled a little bit to see that I was in a hospital room. The beeping noise was the corazón monitor that was standing siguiente to my bed. I sighed a breath of relief. With my free hand, I reached up to feel my face; was I really here?
"Ah, ah," a voice said. I looked to my other side and gasped.
"Micah!" I shouted. It felt strange to take in a quick breath. I wiggled my nose, and felt an uncomfortable feeling in my nose. It was on the parte superior, arriba of my lip too. I assumed it was one of those ventilators in my nose, which was forcing oxygen into my body whether I liked it o not. I looked down at my arm to see why else Micah didn't want me to move. There was an IV stuck in my wrist, injecting a strange liquid into my body.
"Hey," he said. I returned my attention to him and smiled. His eyes looked tired and slightly red and puffy.
"Are tu ok?" I asked, my smile fading. He sniffed and sighed.
"Alessa, I almost lost you. I've never been más scared in my life," he dicho sadly. I frowned. "The pregunta is, how are tu feeling?"
"Ok, I guess." I sighed, and winced. Now that I wasn't "dead," I could now feel the slight pain in my chest. Oh well, it was worse before. Micah eyed me like I was lying. "Ok... I've been better," I ammended. "So what happened while I was out?" Micah leaned back and stretched, as if getting ready to tell a story.
"Well, I was about to kick your father's ass, but the cops wouldn't let me. They got him down better than I would've been able to anyways. So, then the ambulancia showed up. They put this weird, like, thick tube thing down your throat. If you'd been awake tu would've thrown it up. One of the paramedics had to squeeze the bag part of whatever the hell it was to keep tu breathing. They had to lay tu on your side, too, so that the blood from your nose would pour out, and not into your throat..."
Micah went on to explain how he got to ride in the ambulancia with me; and if he hadn't been scared out of his mind he might've found it pretty cool. Once they got me to the hospital, they fixed up my collapsed lung, but they were afraid it was too late. I had actually been pronounced dead for seven minutes! But just before they were about to unplug the IVs and corazón monitors, I came back. Fifteen minutos later, here I was talking to Micah.
"What about... Dad?" I was afraid to ask. Micah pursed his lips.
"He's in jail. I told them everything. He's also being charged with your mother's murder too." It took a while for that to truly sink in. Dad was in prison. He'd never hurt me again. I never had to see him again, and he was finally getting what he deserved and more. Finally. After all these years. I closed my eyes. Then my eyes snapped open in panic.
"Wait! What's going to happen to me?! I don't have any relatives! My parents are only children! My grandparents are dead!" I dicho quickly. Micah sighed sadly.
"I heard them saying something about foster care..." he said.
"But... That means I would probably have to leave you..." I said. He pursed his lips.
"I know," Micah whispered.
"No. No. No! I'm not going! I'm not leaving you!" I shouted. Micah patted my arm, and asked me to calm down. "Micah, I don't want to go! I can't!" I said, más tears poured from my sore eyes.
"I know, I know," Micah said.
"I amor you," I whispered.
"I amor tu too," he told me. "I don't want tu to go either. But we don't have to deal with that now. It's late. tu need sleep." He squeezed my hand gently and leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Goodnight. I'll see tu first thing in the morning." Even though I'd been unconscious all day, I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion, and felt desperate for sleep.
"G'night..." I said. I closed my eyes.
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Sorry this chapter's so short :P please comentario and tell me what tu think.
"It's nice here. I don't know many people though..." Victor brushed his hair back, smiling again. "Well, por tomorrow, all of the kids at school will wanna be your friend." "Oh..." Jade turned slightly to see the raven haired boy deep in thought. "What is it?" "Hn? Oh, it's nothing. Oh, we're here." The blonde looked up ahead and saw her house. "Really? Cause my house is right there." She pointed, and Victor burst out laughing. "Haha-I live right siguiente to tu then..." The blonde looked at the house siguiente to hers. It seemed normal. A little old fashioned, but definitely normal. "Cool! Well, I'll see tu tomorrow then?" "Yeah..." The onyx eyed boy took Jade's hand, kissed it lightly, then walked off. "What was that?"
Jade Adams was making her way inicial when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her corazón skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do tu turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk inicial together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do tu like it here?"
Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The mostrar is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This mostrar is over,
Now go home.
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The mostrar is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter
It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.
The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This mostrar is over,
Now go home.