Oh i am horrible...
However i have been on holiday for 3 weeks without access to a computer...
I am really sorry about the wait though...
DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, SM DOES! I ONLY OWN THE NON-RECOGNISABLE CHARACTERS!
Enjoy!
Previously
I felt myself being lifted off of the ground in my dad's strong arms. The wind rushed passed us as he ran towards the house with my family directly behind him. I could no longer hold on and let my eyes fall closed, slipping into a peacefully sleep. The last thing I heard was my father shouting my name.
The only way that I could possibly describe how I felt was murky. It was almost as if I were attempting to swim underwater in a dirt ridden lake; unable to see a foot in front of you and unable to distinguish the difference between an inanimate noise and somebody speaking.
It was almost serene, being in the state I was, floating between consciousnesses. I was at peace; not to sound morbid, but I was prepared for all out comes; even death. It may just have been the drugs that Grandad Carlisle was pumping into my blood at a constant rate that made me feel this way, but I'm definitely not complaining. I liked feeling like this. A guilty pleasure of sorts.
A prominent feeling of guilt though also coursed through my mind; as much as I wanted to remain in this state of euphoria, I knew I had a family waiting for me to wake up. To be honest, I had no clue as to how long they had already been waiting; in other words I didn't know how long I had been 'out of it.'
Every now and then though, I would hear short snippets of the conversations taking place around me; most of them focusing on when I was going to wake up, whether I was getting any better or not and I'm positive I heard someone talking about the latest going on's in the fashion industry. Most likely Aunt Alice or Renesmee.
"Carlisle, she's going to wake up in 30 seconds." Am I? Well that's news to me. How would Aunt Alice even though I'm going to wake up anyway? I didn't or haven't made any decisions that I'm going to wake up, not at this particular moment anyway; I'm enjoying the murkiness too much.
"15 seconds" Oh snap.
"Renesmee, she may want something to drink when she wakes up, will you go and get her a glass of water please?"
"5 seconds."
I might as well try to wake up now, if that's what Alice can see. Forcing my eyes open proved not to be as hard as I thought it would be; admittedly the sudden rush of light did cause me to blink a few times.
As I began to regain my whole vision once again, I could see my whole family squeezed into Carlisle's make shift hospital, otherwise known as his office. Obviously my mum was closest to me, holding my hand tightly, as though she was scared she would loose me to the land of unconsciousness yet again. The whole scene would actually be quite comical if I was looking in from the outside.
"Olivia, can you hear me?" I could only nod my head in response to Carlisle, "You had some quite serious injuries sweetheart, so you won't be feeling too good for a while. I've given you something to reduce the pain, but if you start to feel uncomfortable you need to tell me, okay?"
"Yeah." My mouth was so dry that all I could manage was something resembling a pathetic whisper. Had Renesmee brought that water yet?
"Here." My father offered me a straw leading the cup, which I gladly accepted and started drinking.
"What year is it?" I asked, hoping not to hear a completely ridiculous, yet plausible, answer of something in the region of 2035. I can already see the headlines; Girl in coma for 25 years.
"You've only been unconscious for a day, Olivia." Hardly the tragic story I imagined.
Looking down towards my body I wasn't actually completely certain as to what I would find; hopefully I would only find a few bandages here and a few scrapes there. Then I remembered my broken ankle and knew that I would be out for at least a couple of weeks.
"What's the diagnosis doc?" I heard Carlisle laugh quietly.
"Like I said you were in a bad shape Olivia. You were severely hypothermic and you ankle needed to be re-broken so that I would set straight. You had also lost quite a bit of blood from the cut on the back of your head, so we had to give you a blood transfusion."
"So this isn't my death bed then?" I heard two separate strangled cries at that; one coming from my mother, the other from my Grandma Esme.
"No Olivia, but it isn't the sort of thing to joke about, we nearly did loose you." My father said seriously, as I let my eyes fall down to the sheet that was laid over the top of me. "You knew you were grounded Olivia, why did you leave the house?"
I didn't reply. What could I say though, I knew I was in the wrong and boy did I pay for it.
"It seems all you do lately is get yourself into trouble. What's going on?"
"Nothing dad, really. I don't mean to do all this stuff, honest." I moaned. I really couldn't be doing with a talking to at the moment.
"Is all about attention Olivia. Do you feel as if you are not get enough attention?" My mum asked.
"What? No! Are you being serious! You think I fell out of the tree house on purpose? Do you want to check my arms for scars to see if I've been cutting myself?" I shouted incredulously, furiously pulling up my sleeves to show my scar-less arms. "I can't believe you would even suggest that."
"Don't take that tone with your mother Olivia; she was only asking a question, there's no need to be rude."
"Rude? Excuse me? She's the one that insinuated that I self-harmed."
"Olivia, you know I didn't. Stop overreacting." My mum added.
"You are such a hypocrite mum. You know what? I can't be bothered with this. I just want to sleep, I have a killer headache and my ankle is throbbing. So if you don't mind, I'll be going to sleep now." With that I roughly rolled onto my side, ignoring the sharp pain that it caused, shut my eyes and pulled the blanket over my head.
Okay, maybe that was overreacting; but I'm trying to prove a point, it was necessary.
All I heard was a frustrated sigh from my father, before he replied,
"I'll come back later when you're more reasonable Olivia. Sometimes it seems like you are set out to make things purposely more difficult for others."
"Well I do apologise if I've caused any inconvenience on your part. Maybe you should have left me in the forest so you wouldn't have to put up with it anymore." I screamed, the anger levels in my body reaching boiling point.
My dad stopped short, his back towards me. I really shouldn't have said that.
"No Olivia, you shouldn't have." With that he walked out of the door.
Im really sorry once again- plus it doesn't help that its the shortest chapter so far... Also- Would you like to see Olivia more rebelious? Or not?
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