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+Weakening the Heart+
The days had gone by fast since the night Matt had tried to convince his mother that it wasn't her fault if he passed away. The days practically flew away with the wind, and before I knew it I was lying in a hospital bed waiting to be taken into surgery. Matt was there, Sara was there, and Peter was somewhere in the hospital. Sara promised she'd bring the others by after the surgery, but I had a small feeling she wouldn't be keeping to her word. She thought it best I should rest afterwards.
The doctor had promised me that he wouldn't be shaving my whole head of hair off, but just a small spot so he could do the surgery. He said I wouldn't even notice my hair was gone if he did it right. That I was grateful for, but I was still worried. I had never liked surgery, not to mention the kind where they were doing it on your head. I had heard way too many bad things about that kind of surgery. The kinds where you didn't wake up or you lose control of some part of your body.
"How much longer," I asked looking over at a nurse who was adding the medicine that was supposed to sedate me, into the IV in my arm.
"Not much longer. You won't even notice you're awake," she smiled over at me. She was one of those young nurses with a kind smile, but hard eyes that looked as if they had seen many bad times in their past.
"When will I know it has kicked in," I asked looking over at her as my head sagged against the pillow.
"Whenever you don't feel like your normal self," she chuckled moving out of the way for Matt to stand beside me.
"I'll be here waiting for you when you come out, okay," he said with a sad smile.
"Thanks, did Sara get a hold of my mom," I questioned as my hope began to build.
"No, but she's going to try again later," Matt promised me as my heart sank to the pit of my stomach and my eyes fell away from him.
"Don't worry, she's probably lost her phone or something. Maybe she forgot her charger, who knows. I'm sure she's fine," Matt reassured me while he tucked a piece of my hair behind my head, right as some nurse walked in. Kissing Matt on the lips, I let them wheel me out.
When I came to later, or at least regained my senses I was back in my room. I looked to my side and found Matt fast asleep in the bed next to me. Apparently he had finally given up on the chair next to my bed.
I searched the room for Sara, but I couldn't find her. Groaning in slight pain as I sat up, I reached up and let my hand run across my head. Nothing had changed really. I still had a full head of hair except for spot in the back, but from what I could tell the rest of my hair hid it quite well.
Yawning I reached over beside me and grabbed the glass of water a nurse must have left me and took a large gulp. After that I reached over and grabbed my cell-phone, and checked for any new messages. There was one, but it was from my grandmother. She had just been wishing me the best of luck, and had asked me to call her as soon as I could to let her know how it went.
Sighing I sat it back down and then leaned back into the bed relishing in the softness. I closed my eyes hoping I'd fall right back asleep, but apparently the dream fairy had other ideas. I couldn't even relax enough to keep my eyes closed. I snapped them back open and turned to look out the window. It was already dark outside, but the lights from the city lit up the room.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and turned to find Matt stirring in his sleep. At first he just laid there for moment before his eyes shot open and looked around the room. Eventually they landed on me, and he smiled. Sitting up, and swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he made his way over to me.
"Hey, how are you doing," he asked in a whisper.
"I'm good. I feel like someone just drilled into my head, but other than that I'm good," I chuckled holding the back of my head where a bandage covered that one bald spot.
"Yeah, well they said it wasn't that bad. Apparently you're going to live. They said there's probably even a chance you won't need chemo, but they're going to test what they got out of you just in case. They're a little afraid that it might have spread another way," Matt informed me as I just nodded tuning him out. I was too focused on the little girl standing at the end of my bed. She had a bandage around her head, and she had the prettiest bright emerald colored eyes. Her hair was a dark maroon, which could be mistaken for blood, and her skin was so pale that she looked translucent. In fact she was, because you could see right through her.
Seeing how Matt wasn't saying anything, I was guessing he couldn't see her, but he did see my wide eyes however, as they stared at the opposite end of the bed.
"What's wrong," Matt asked in worry. Closing my eyes and shaking my head I tried to rid the ghost girl from the room. When I opened my eyes again she was gone.
"Nothing, just a little tired," I answered forcing a smile toward him.
"I would think so. Like you said, you just had your head drilled into," Matt chuckled before leaning up and kissing my forehead. "You should get some real sleep," Matt said as he began to pull away, but I pulled him back.
"What," he questioned with concerned eyes.
"Lay with me. Please," I begged as my face took on the puppy dog pout. Matt chuckled as he shook his head at me. Before another word could be said he pulled back the covers and then hopped into the bed with me. I was a little surprised he fit so well, but then again this was no normal hospital bed you would see in a low class hospital. This hospital was almost like sleeping in your own bed, well at least as normal as your own bed could be minus the remote control that could make it go up and down. With Matt lying next to me I was in dreamland before I could count to 3.
Matt was right though about me not needing chemo. Apparently they had 'gotten it all out,' so there would be no need for it. They said they would still like to run tests on me in the near future just incase. They told me that there was a possibility that it could come back. That was not something I wanted to hear.
Something else I didn't want to hear was that Matt had another treatment today. So when we finally got to go home, not only was my body, mind, and spirit hurting, so was Matt's. I guess Matt felt a little cheated that I, unlike him, didn't need the treatments. The reason why I thought this was because the whole entire trip home he was a little grumpy. Okay, maybe that was an understatement because the boy was acting like a complete prick right now.
The moment we stepped foot into the house he immediately took off to his room while I headed toward the living room. Normally I wouldn't think anything of this, but the look on his face just didn't seem right.
"Earth to Shay," Wendy called as she waved her hand in my face.
"Huh," came my reply.
"Okay, did those doctors mess up your hearing or something, or did you just tune out," Wendy smiled at me.
"Nah, I just tuned out," came my quiet reply.
"So, what's bugging Matt," Wendy asked looking over at the door that led down to the basement.
"I don't know. Maybe the stress of the chemo," I lied.
"Yeah, I hope so," Wendy frowned as she slowly turned her gaze back to me.
"I got you something missy," she smiled as she suddenly threw a heavy object in my lap. I looked down and smiled at the lump that now sat there.
"Did I ever mention how much I love you," I chuckled as I picked up the book. It was the book I had been waiting to read since I had read the first two. It was from the Vampire Hunter series.
"No, that might actually be the first time," Wendy laughed as I shoved her lightly, "I thought you might be needing it. You know how Matt gets after the Chemo, and knowing you and your condition you might want to take it easy for a while." I rolled my eyes before I smacked her in the back of the head with my book. "I'm not some crippled old lady, woman," I joked rolling my eyes.
"Not yet," and before another word was said she took off running, and I tore right after her. Eventually she escaped my claws by hiding in her bedroom. After swearing on my life I'd catch her later I headed back down the stairs and toward the basement steps. I took a deep breath before I began heading down them. However, I stopped midway. I had a sort of odd feeling the moment I took the next step. It was as if something was pulling me back up the stairs.
Listening to my gut I made my way back up and toward the dinning room. The moment I walked in it was like something had just punched me in my gut. I crumpled to the floor as the pain sat in. Taking a deep breather I finally managed to look up. All around the room stood those mummy-looking creatures. They were all staring right at me, well maybe. It was hard to tell with their milky eyes. The one that must of punched me though stood right in front of me, pointing at the wall where we had found Matt a couple of days ago.
I stood up and slowly made my way through the crowd of the creatures before I reached the spot. Turning around to check if they were still there I found that they were gone. Nothing was there. It was like they had just vanished.
Turning back around I stared at the claw marks in the wood. Bending down I looked closer trying to figure out why the thing had pointed in this direction. It just didn't make sense. What did it want me to see? I reached my hand out to run it across the claw marks, but the moment my fingertip reached the wall, it was like a blast of memories exploded in my mind. Two men were pulling a corpse from a coffin and moving it somewhere else. Then they took sandbags and filled the coffin. Right as I was about to see where they were taking the corpse I was cut off by the touch of a hand on my shoulder.
"You okay," came Sara's voice. I managed to snap out of whatever I seemed to be in, and turned to her. I saw her concerned face, and debated whether or not telling her what I had just seen, before I shook my head, and forced the next reply, "I'm good. Just debating on how those markings are going to get fixed."
"Don't worry about it. I talked to the landlord and he said it was alright," Sara smiled at me as I stood up slowly fearing a head-rush. However, it seemed unavoidable, because the moment I came up was the same moment I almost came back down. Sara caught me though and leaned me up against the wall.
"You should go rest, Shay. You look as pale as a ghost," Sara frowned as she lead me away from the dinning room and towards the basement door. She helped me down the stairs and all the way to my nice comfy bed.
Pulling the covers back she helped me in. I managed to kick off my shoes and then swing my legs on into the bed. Sara pulled the covers over me before she reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of medicine.
"The doctor said this should help with what just happened upstairs, not to mention it would help you rest better. Here, take one," Sara ordered me as she handed me the medicine. Without arguing I threw it into my mouth and swallowed. Sara leaned down and kissed me on my forehead before she whispered a quiet 'sweet dreams.' I watched her do the same thing to Matt, before she left. I watched as Matt turned his gaze upon me, but I didn't have time to register his facial expression before my eyes closed tight and I drifted off into a deep sleep.
I stood in Wendy's room looking out the window at the beautiful sunny day. The whole world seemed to glow with a happiness that managed to seep into your very core. A happiness no one could ever ruin even if they tried.
I felt arms wrap around my waist and I instantly recognized the person by their touch. I leaned into them and breathed in their aura. The arms around me pulled away after a few moments though, but soon another took my head as they led me away from the window. Turning around I saw Jonah as he led me over to the bed. Taking a seat on the bed he pulled me closer to him. So close, that I had no choice, but to straddle him as he kept pulling me. Leaning upwards Jonah cupped his hand around my cheek and pulled me closer to his lips, and for once I held no objection to this action. I let his lips brush mine sweetly, before they trailed their way down my neck. It wasn't up until that moment that I realized I was in a white, low cut sundress. The same sundress I had worn a year ago for my senior pictures.
"Don't leave," came Jonah's agonizing whisper, as he trailed his kisses back up my neck and to my lips. I went to tell him I wouldn't, but I already felt the pull. The same pull that always seemed to bring me back to reality.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to him before the dream, and Jonah's face blackened as my eyes opened.
When my eyes snapped open the person I saw standing above me, was not who I was expecting. In truth I was expecting to see Jonah, but instead I found Matt.
"What's wrong," I asked as I leaned up bed. He just shook his head before he took my covers and pulled them down. Jumping into my bed, without a word, he covered us back up. I continued to stare at him questioningly as he closed his eyes and pulled me closer to him. So close that it felt as if he was crushing me.
"What's wrong," I whispered once more. Without missing a beat he whispered, "You were whispering his name in your sleep." My eyes widen as his slowly opened. Our gazes locked and he could see the guilt in mine, while I could see the sadness in his.
"I'm sorry, Matt. It's not like I have control…"
"I know, but he does," Matt growled as his eyes took on anger. He closed his eyes, and somehow managed to pull me in even closer. I sat there for a while as I listened to his breathing finally even out. It was then that I realized that both boys were trying to win my heart. That both boys were jealous of one another. That both boys had somehow managed to claim that so called cold heart of mine. Oh, what a grave I had dug for myself!
Okay I know it's short and a little boring, but I promise I'll try to make the next one a little more interesting. I've been really busy lately, and I haven't really had a computer to use either. Let's just say my uncle and I are having a slight disagreement on computer privileges. Plus my love life has been a little strange lately so it's been keeping me from writing a lot to. But I do promise I'll give you guys more really soon.
GRRR, the evil ghost took all the cookies. I SHALL HUNT THEM DOWN AND WIN THEM BACK. It looks like all the ghosts faded into the review button though. Oh well, I bet if we click it they'd get upset and run right back out. Go ahead click the evil button. We must save all the wonderful cookies. LOL