hey peoples! i am so sorry for going quiet, but school is driving me nuts. something called moments in physics, but what we are doing is called Building Science and Technology. so, as promised, here is the new chapter. enjoy!
i still have irrelevant triangles to draw, and beams. ugh, and i still float mentally. i would rather spend time writing stories sometimes, but i have to pass my exams if i wanna be rich! haha!
psst, i have a laptop on my lap. haha, who else finds that funny? me? you? no? okay.
Chapter 3
I was in Shane's bed. I was lying on my side, my hair fanned out behind me. I had spent most of the night in tears, sniffing his stuff, and crying about how much of a stranger I had become to him.
Denise had let me sit there after I refused to eat supper. I was too broken to go home alone. Caitlyn had called me, but I was too emotional to pick my phone up. Maybe she was calling to confront me too.
So, for two days, I had been in that bed, too shaken and shocked to get out. I only went to the toilet when I felt the urge to use it. Otherwise, I was in bed, crying, and drifting in and out of sleep like a comatose patient. Caity had tried to get me out, but I had been too adamant to do so. She left, disappointed.
The days came, and went, and Denise had tried every single thing possible to get me out of bed. It had yielded no success. I wanted nothing more than to be left alone, yet I didn't want to be alone.
Frankie came back on Sunday, and in his anger, stormed into his brother's room. He yelled at me, and dragged the covers off me, but I couldn't hear anything he was saying. I was just crying, crying because he was yelling at me, and he wasn't helping me get Shane back. His yelling was irritating me, so I tried to escape it. I put a pillow over my head, but it wasn't working. He yanked it off, and I tried to stare him down with my red eyes but it wasn't working, so I got off bed and walked weakly to the bathroom, and I looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were red, like a drunk's in the morning. My head was pounding, and my ears were buzzing. I tried to grab at the sink so I could be steadier, but my knees were giving in, and I accidentally knocked over something as I was trying to clutch at whatever I could to stop from falling. As the glass crashed, I saw my world rapidly spinning out of control, and I started to fall, just like the glass. I was gonna break, just like that glass.
I felt someone catch me but I was too dizzy to register who it was, or to remember that I was in a petticoat and a camisole only. I heard a flurry of activity as the person who caught me yelled at Denise to come. I felt myself slipping away into darkness before I stopped everything around me.
Blip! Blip!
Ugh! That irritating noise.
Blip! Blip!
Okay, that was the most annoying alarm clock ever. I hate that I bought it. So, I try stretching out my arm, and grasp something. Someone's hand.
"Sarah?"
Someone just said my name. I know that voice. It sounds familiar. So, I try to open my eyes. "Everything is fuzzy. I should have worn my glasses to bed."
I had said that last part out loud, and I hadn't realized it till I heard someone chuckle. It was. . .
"Frankie?"
"Hey Sarah. Welcome back."
"What happened? Where am I?"
"Apparently you blacked out. We rushed you here, to the hospital."
I had already gotten tired of trying to open my eyes. It wasn't helping that the room was too dark. So that blipping noise wasn't my alarm clock but some hospital equipment. Well, I would never have bought such a clock. That would be like the lamest thing ever.
"Tell me the truth Sarah. When was the last time you had anything to eat or drink?"
"The day you walked out of the house because you were angry at me."
"I am sorry. I didn't know that Shane and you had seen each other already. I found out later on, that's why I came back. But you were too depressed to get out of bed."
"I thought I had lost you too. It was killing me inside," I whispered quietly. I felt tears start to flow down my cheeks, unchecked. "You were like the most important Grey, because you were so sweet and nice and I felt so happy having to know you. I love you Frankie and you are like my own small brother."
I felt Frankie take my face in his hands, and his thumbs wiped away my tears, just like Shane used to do. I opened my eyes, and I looked at him in the darkness. I could see his eyes glittering with unshed tears, and I knew that Frankie was probably feeling what I had felt just moments ago.
"I thought I had lost you forever."
"I am sorry I left," Frankie said, taking my hand and kissing it, before grasping it.
"Sarah, its okay, don't apologize for that. I am just glad to have you back with us."
We hugged, though it was a little awkward, and I smiled to myself. At least Frankie was back with me.
"So, how long have I been out?"
"Like a day or two."
"You need to sleep," I said, smiling at him a little sleepily.
"I need to get a doctor to check on you," he said, pressing the red button beside the bed. In less than a minute, a nurse came, who left to get the doctor. When he got to my bed, Frankie left to go wake everyone outside at the waiting room. After the doctor checked my vitals, he went out to inform the Grey Clan.
Soon, Denise and Jason Snr came in, and I could see that they were happy I was awake. Jason and the others soon joined us, and I smiled when he hugged me. I have always loved his hugs. Danielle, Jason's wife, was introduced to me and I could already tell we would be great friends. Caity was trying hard not to cry, and as she hugged me, some of them spilt onto my face. GREAT!
Nate was glad I was awake. He smiled like Frankie did, and I found myself noticing more things than I had about how similar they were. One person was distinctly missing from this. I sighed.
Shane.
In the morning, I found myself lying next to a small dried puddle of blood. I stared at it in shock. How did that get there?
"You are awake."
I looked up to see Shane looking at me. He was looking a little tired, and I could tell he had been there for the rest of the night after everyone else had left.
"You are a really restless sleeper. You took off your drip thrice, and that's the reason for the blood on the pillow."
I was too speechless. I think for the first time in my life, I was unable to say a thing. This had never happened.
"I am sorry about last time. We met badly."
Clearly, we did. You kicked me out.
"I am damaged goods. I am a mess. No one could ever want me after all that I have done."
Fool! Can't you see I am in love with you? You are damaged, I am heartbroken. What better combination?
"Seeing you the other day, made me realize that I was a mess. And I knew that I hurt you because I woke up and saw you were not there. I am so sorry Sarah. You don't deserve me. I am the wrong man for you."
Everything he was saying was touching me. He was sorry, but he hadn't realized that he was not hurting me, but himself.
"STOP IT SHANE! STOP IT!" I said, finding myself starting to cry.
"Sarah, you should just leave me alone. Just let me be."
"Shane. . ."
He walked out just as I felt my heart ache. The doctor walked in and started to check my vitals, but I wasn't listening when he told me to calm down. I felt like Shane had just stuck a knife in my chest. He was gone. Just like that.
