Hey guys! OKAY, so I'm going on vacation from July 20th-August 5th, so no more chapters for a while :( BUT don't worry, I will post say two or three more chapters at once so you guys will keep reading and wont get bored. I'll try my best to write while Im on vaca, but no promises. As always, thank you! For the wonderful, kind reviews. They r so sweet. Hope you enjoy,and keep readin' and reviewin'. See ya! :D
Pain. And too much of it. Coursing through my body, and paralyzing me. The moments of that last three minutes flashed through my head like a movie being fast-forwarded. The headlights of a truck shining too bright, and the instant locking of our eyes—mine and the old, drunk truck drivers. And then a force with intensifying power crashed on to me. I felt my body take lift, soaring for one brief second before falling on to the ground in a position I usually wouldn't take.
And then the pain began. Voices floated around me, while I sank deep, deep under water, taking shallow breaths. I felt warmth on my clothes and a seething cut on my head.
"Call the police!" a voice cried. I wanted to call out to it. To scream for some kind of relief to the agony, but my voice caught in my throat. I couldn't move a limb.
My left leg hurt so badly. I could feel its odd position, sending waves of discomfort through me. I begged an unknown source to end the pain, to correct my leg and stop the bleeding (internal, external) and let me be okay.
But before I could utter a single word or even take in a breath, I collapsed into unconsciousness.
"Beeelllyyyy. Belly, wake up." I fluttered my eyes open, and froze. Leaning over me was Susannah, looking absolutely stunning. She had her long hair again and her eyes were beautiful and bright. I stared, my mouth hanging open. I had died. I was in Heaven.
"Hi," she said, giving me a radiant smile.
"Hi," I said back. I looked around. The room was bright and there was a table in the corner with a shovel and bucket on it, both green. I looked back at her and opened my mouth.
"What happened?"
"Well, sweetheart, you got into an accident. That truck driver sure was drunk. Are you feeling ok?" I nodded. The pain had left, confusion replaced it.
"What are you doing here?" A part of me wished Susannah never had even died, but the other knew reality.
"Visiting," she said simply. "You look beautiful…" I looked down at myself. I was wearing what I was before. "Now Belly," she said seriously. "I can't tell you where you are. Just know that you have a decision to make."
"Of staying here?" I asked stupidly.
"Of my boys." I swallowed. I'd dreamed so much about Susannah's take on our situation. What would she say?
"I-I'm sorry." She gave me a small laugh.
"Sweetie, they're both yours. In one way or the other. You choose. Just do me a favor?" She pleaded, biting her bottom lip. I nodded.
"Don't hurt him." She replied fiercely. And then she faded, and new voices called to me.
"WAIT!" I screamed. "Don't go!" A horrible regret filled my stomach. Who? Conrad? Jeremiah? I felt like crying. I had a few minutes with Susannah and I'd said to her the pointless and most useless words ever. Self loathing filled me up as I awakened to a new light.
"She's awake!" I opened my eyes to find myself lying on a bed in a white room, with a beeping machine next to me. My mother and Mr. Fisher sat next to me, anxious. When their faces came into full focus, a little blurry, they stood up and my Mom had tears in her eyes. She came up to me and smiled.
"Belly, honey? Are you feeling okay?" Are you feeling okay? I nodded, but it hurt to move.
"Oh, we were so worried," I had never seen my Mom like this. Flustered and worried. I gave her a small smile.
"I'm really hungry," I said. There was a raw pain of hunger in my stomach. "Where is everyone?"
"Their getting outside. Adam, can you bring her up some yogurt?" I wrinkled my nose. My Mom saw me, and looked back at Mr. Fisher.
"Actually… some chips or… something of that sort?" Mr. Fisher nodded and shuffled out awkwardly. My Mom looked back at me and kissed my cheek.
"Your okay."
"So a drunken truck driver hit me?" I asked. Mom squinted, surprised I'd 'remembered.' She glanced at the machine.
"Yeah… your Dad's dealing with the legal stuff. Do you need anything? I've taken a hotel room next to the hospital. They're making you stay for a week, but I told them about school, so they're going to let you go a couple of days earlier. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I think so." I said.
"Well, I'll go get everyone." She got up and shut the door gently behind her. A few seconds later, Jere burst through the door with red rimmed eyes. He sprinted up to me, and to my shock, kissed me square on the lips.
Steven came in after, looking embarrassed. I raised an eyebrow at Jere.
"What was that for?" I questioned him, with a grin. He didn't grin back. He just looked at me, seeming thankful I was even there.
"What… in the world were you thinking?" He said, pressing his palm to his forehead. I bit my lip, concentrating on Steven, whose head was facing the floor.
"I'm sorry," I said, and I was. How stupid could I have been? My fight with Conrad was so bad; I hadn't even been looking where I was going. I wanted to smack myself.
He gave out a bitter laugh. Then, stood up and came to lean beside me.
"Do you know how scared I was?" He asked.
"I was scared, too."
"Seeing you there… it's my whole fault." I touched his cheek.
"No, it's not. And I'll be fine. The doctor said I would," even though I hadn't heard my doctor say that… I smiled up at him. He grinned back at me, and I knew I was forgiven.
"Hey, who cares if I go to Spain with a broken leg?" His smile faded.
"You're going away in a few days," he said. I nodded, gulping. What was going to happen to us? And Conrad? Lacie? Instead, I put on a plastic smile and told him I was excited. I would be in Spain for a few months… maybe after I got back, I would have an answer. I hoped I did.
Jere left soon after that. He was staying with my Mom and Dad and Steven. There was no word of Conrad. Before the doctor left, I grabbed her pale hand. She looked back, alarmed.
"Wait! Um… uh, well have you seen a boy around here—tall with dark hair? He didn't come to visit me yet… and I was wondering where he was…"
The doctor shook her head. "I'm sorry; honey, but I'll keep an eye out for him. What is his name?"
"Conrad," I said.
"Okay, I'll ask Marie, the receptionist." And with that, she left. I stared at my hands, wondering if he would come. I imagined my heart leaping upon seeing him, his face and his lips. I wondered if he would be angry. I just wondered. But he didn't come.
I waited and waited, but he didn't come at all. And finally, I fell asleep. Tears dried on my cheeks—my body ached, but my heart was in pieces.
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