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Chapter 11
Those days and those nights
I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful da just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the strada, via watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
Or a group of teenagers get hit da a bus because the bus driver was drunk. o something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one più left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I Amore Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the più visions of my sister’s life I get, the più I’m close to finding the answer.
I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became più frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling più crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
And I was all alone.
Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.
Chapter 11
Those days and those nights
I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful da just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the strada, via watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
Or a group of teenagers get hit da a bus because the bus driver was drunk. o something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one più left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I Amore Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the più visions of my sister’s life I get, the più I’m close to finding the answer.
I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became più frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling più crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
And I was all alone.
Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.
Thursday
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water o something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system o something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if minuti I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water o something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system o something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if minuti I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
What a change Such a dramatic change
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
o looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
o looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame