"Bella..."
"Bella..."
" BELLA!"
I wake up, confused, sick to my stomach, and scared. Where am I? What time is it? Who's calling me? While my eyesight is still a blur, I think for the slightest second that I had died. Maybe this was heaven. For that slight second, I feel a bit relieved. That is, until my sight became clearer. Annie and Danielle, looking happy to see me, but annoyed. The five football players, angered. And... who is right by me? Who was the voice? I blink a few times. It's my mother, and she looks peed off. I think about faking to fall asleep again, but its too little to late. I embrace myself for an earful.
"Thank goodness you're up! We were worried sick about you! Did you know they charged by the hour?!" said Mom. " I had to come all the way here from work, and my boss didn't look too impressed! You made me go out of my way just for you! You have been extremely selfish and deserved to be punished!"
"But... its not my fault!" I cry. " Me passing out was out of my control! I had no say in this! If I did I wouldn't be here right now!" Okay... that last part may have been a lie. I would have done anything to get out of that place. But my mother didn't want to hear my silly excuses. So she just left the room to find a nurse to help us leave.
Annie came up to me to speak next. " We had to leave Ryan and Liam for this. They were mad. Thanks alot, you self centered pig." she cried. With that being said, she turned the other cheek and marched out of the room, with Danielle to follow.
And then there were 6. Not for long though. They just sort of just left.
Finally, I was alone. I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep. But how could you when you felt so guilty for something so uncontrollable? Its not fair. Life is not fair.