AN: So, I don't know what prompted me to start this again, and I don't know where it will go. All I know is that a very short while ago, I got this tiny idea in my head. And then I tried to tell it to go away, but we all know that never works. So, the idea grew and began to haunt me while I was awake, sleeping, reading, in algebra class, while feeding my pet fishes, hamster and birds. I think you get the point. Well, I finally gave in and wrote it then posted it, so here it is for your enjoyment.
R & R and tell me what you think=)
DISCLAIMER FOR THE WHOLE STORY: I own nothing but my own characters
"Skye!" a voice frantically and loudly shouted, it seemed distanced though. I couldn't find myself to recognize the known voice.
"Don't leave us now please, wake up!" it urgently pleaded. I managed to let a faint groan of pain escape my lips as a warm hand lingered on my body.
"I swear when I find out who the hell did this to you I'll kill them" I wanted to argue with the voice, to tell them it was my fault that this was happening. I was being stupid and reckless, didn't even think of the consequences when I made up my mind.
"Everything is going to be okay Skye" was the last thing I heard before going completely unconscious.
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"Shush you're all going to wake her up" an all too familiar feminine voice whispered. "Kennith and Clara-Belle Uley get your bums right over here this instance!" it whispered again furious.
"Kennith? Clara-Belle?" I croaked out, my voice failing miserably to sound usual. I opened both eyes only to be met by an all too bright florescent illumination; I blinked twice before lifting my hand to shield me away from the blinding lights. That's when I realized my hand where hooked onto something and boy did it hurt like hell when I raised my hands a quickly.
"What the-" before I could finish someone squeezed my right hand a little too much making the pain shot even more painfully through my veins.
"Clara-Belle No!" she screamed. I bit my lip meanwhile ignoring the pain and silent sobs. After the dull dry flavor of my lips reached my tongue I immediately stuck my tongue out, as soon as I did so giggles were heard and the sobbing stopped.
"Auntie look at Skye" the childish voice giggled once again "I think she's dreaming"
Oh I sure wish I was dreaming and hopefully am.
"Sky, are you awake?" Auntie asked. Wait auntie?
"Aunt Ellen?" I breathed out not actually believing it was truly her.
It's just not possible! What would the old hag possible want around here?
"Thank goodness you're awake" I once again tried to open my eyes and succeeded this time although it took a few minutes for me to see clearly where and who I was seeing.
She stood their observing me with mixed emotions of concern and bewilderment showing both in her face and gray cloudy eyes. Her short cut, bleached, dark blond hair was pointing in all directions, clearly showing that she possibly had a bad day. It had been so long since I haven't seen her and her once clear fair skin was now ruined with heaps of makeup.
"Stay here with Skye kids. I'll be right back with the doctor" she said before rushing off towards the door and closing it loudly. Her clinking high heels faded away and I looked around to see where my siblings were.
"Skye! Skye! Skye!" the slightly chubby little four year old squealed with delight. Her bright green eyes glowed with glee as she made her way over to me. Her face was flushed giving her an even more adorable childish feature.
"Oh Clare" I whispered sadly. She smiled brightly back and climbed next to me on the bed.
"Here you go Skye" I turned my head to the right and saw her twin Kennith handling me a cup of water. Unlike Clara-Belle he had the same dark chocolate eyes as me and was not as full as Clara-Belle. His curly brown hair and dimples was the only difference between him and I, seeing as he was Clara-Belle's twin he looked much like the replica of her.
"Thanks Kenny" I answered faintly before drinking like a mad woman.
"Whoa, chug, chug, chug" he chanted enthusiastically whilst showing his prized smile or more like grin. Soon enough Clara-Belle joined him and I couldn't help but giggle after I was done.
They always seemed to find a way to make everything more cheerful.
"Can I ask you a question?" Clara-Belle asked gazing up at me. I nodded and she frowned pursing her lips before talking "Do those needles hurt…a lot?" I looked to where she was pointing at and was horrified when I saw for myself that indeed they were needles.
"Oh my gosh!" I shrieked, accidently scaring them both.
"They do hurt!" she screamed grabbing both my arms and observing them closely.
It was until then when I saw where I was. The room was completely a pale, egg-shell white color and only a depressing picture stood in the far wall to where I was, besides the calendar and some sort of chart. There were two chairs beside the bed I was in and monitors where on my other side.
"You're in a hospital" Kennith answered following my gaze around the room.
"There was no hospital in the area where we live" I responded confused at how in the world I ended up here in the first place.
He shrugged and gave a small smile.
"Auntie Ellen drove allllll the way from our house to here, but I don't know where we are" he said truthfully.
"She said mommy, daddy and you were in an accident. We came to visit all of you but the doctor told Auntie that we couldn't see them" she pouted, her eyes were saddened and tears were welding up in.
"M-mommy and daddy are here too?" I asked shakily "Why can't y-you see them?"
"The doctor told Auntie that she was too sick" Kennith whispered unhappily.
I gasped and realized why in the first place we were all here.
"No, no, no" I repeatedly spoke, shaking my head as if it weren't true.
Last Notice:I have this story on my other profile but posted it up in this one for the ones who have me as author alert/ fav if you wanted to read it.