DISCLAIMER: I don't own Daughters of the Moon or any related things, but
I've made up some characters for this.
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"Go to them, they'll be waiting for you..." the mysterious goddess softly ordered. She had yet again appeared. "They will explain everything..."
"Carmen... Carmen..." a distant voice called. Suddenly Carmen looked up and was on the chair in the hospital room again. Mia was sitting on her, her head leaned against Carmen's shoulder and her breath caressing against her neck. "You fell asleep," Mia pointed out.
Everything slowly recollected in Carmen's mind. They had been at the hospital, the doctor had just gotten x-ray results of Cara's arm. There hadn't been enough chairs, so Mia was sitting on Carmen, sobbing every now and then against her older sister. Then she noticed everyone was starring at her.
"So..." the doctor looked from Carmen to the x-rays on the wall, he seemed quite peeved. "I think her arm is fractured."
"And that is better than a broken arm," Mrs. Antonio commented, but it was more of a question than a statement.
The doctor tilted his head to the side and nervously shoved his hands into is pockets. "Sometimes better, sometimes worse... Depends on the case. A fracture is when a piece of the bone is chipped out of its place." Carmen felt Mia jump at the thought of that. "She'll have to wear different casts."
"Well," their mother paused. She rummaged through her purse for a quarter. "I guess we'll have to do that. Carmen, go call Marea."
Mia jumped off and stretched, as Carmen walked out the door with the twenty- five cents between two fingers. Marea, the oldest of this family of five at eighteen, was in college in northern California. Carmen was fourteen; and Mia and Cara were thirteen.
Sleepy-eyed, she rode down the elevator and scooted to the payphones in the lobby. "$.25 PER MINUTE - $.75 PER MINUTE LONGDISTANCE" read a small sticker above the coin slot.
"Seventy-five cents a minute!" she moaned. Someone from behind poked her back.
"Hi." It was the red-head from the bus who had been looking at her. In her open hand was fifty cents. "Have these."
"Uhh…. Thanks. Do I know you?" Carmen slowly accepted the coins.
"No, but my friends and I know you," she began to explain. "I'm Serena. If I tried to explain to you, you wouldn't understand. But I can bring you to somebody who will make it all clear."
Carmen paused at a response... Today wasn't exactly the perfect time...
"Don't worry, we'll do it whenever it's best for you," Serena smiled. Did she just read her thoughts? Impossible...
"Serena, I have to make this phone call, you see my sister—"
"Has a fractured arm. A man attacked your family. It's exactly what I have to talk to you—"
"How'd you know?"
"I read... a paper that they, uh, had on the wall. It listed all of the emergencies."
A list? Never heard of it... "I didn't know they had that."
"Well, Carmen, I better let you make your call. Visit my house sometime. I want you to meet my friends. I'm sorry that I just confused you, I probably should've even tried to tell you," she apologized. She swung around her backpack and pull out a paper and pen, which she used to scribble down her address.
Carmen took it, confused of how she even knew her name; she hadn't even told her. "Thank you Serena for the money and your address. I'll stop by sometime, I owe you any ways for this money." Serena wandered over to the door, to where another girl from the bus was leaning against the glass. Then they just left.
That was... sudden, she thought. Carmen looked down at the paper and the back up. Did Serena know how to help her? Or was she the cause of the problem?
This day is getting just getting more and more tiring. Hesitantly, she inserted the coins into the phone and a minute's chat with Marea wasn't enough to take her away from life's worries.
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"Go to them, they'll be waiting for you..." the mysterious goddess softly ordered. She had yet again appeared. "They will explain everything..."
"Carmen... Carmen..." a distant voice called. Suddenly Carmen looked up and was on the chair in the hospital room again. Mia was sitting on her, her head leaned against Carmen's shoulder and her breath caressing against her neck. "You fell asleep," Mia pointed out.
Everything slowly recollected in Carmen's mind. They had been at the hospital, the doctor had just gotten x-ray results of Cara's arm. There hadn't been enough chairs, so Mia was sitting on Carmen, sobbing every now and then against her older sister. Then she noticed everyone was starring at her.
"So..." the doctor looked from Carmen to the x-rays on the wall, he seemed quite peeved. "I think her arm is fractured."
"And that is better than a broken arm," Mrs. Antonio commented, but it was more of a question than a statement.
The doctor tilted his head to the side and nervously shoved his hands into is pockets. "Sometimes better, sometimes worse... Depends on the case. A fracture is when a piece of the bone is chipped out of its place." Carmen felt Mia jump at the thought of that. "She'll have to wear different casts."
"Well," their mother paused. She rummaged through her purse for a quarter. "I guess we'll have to do that. Carmen, go call Marea."
Mia jumped off and stretched, as Carmen walked out the door with the twenty- five cents between two fingers. Marea, the oldest of this family of five at eighteen, was in college in northern California. Carmen was fourteen; and Mia and Cara were thirteen.
Sleepy-eyed, she rode down the elevator and scooted to the payphones in the lobby. "$.25 PER MINUTE - $.75 PER MINUTE LONGDISTANCE" read a small sticker above the coin slot.
"Seventy-five cents a minute!" she moaned. Someone from behind poked her back.
"Hi." It was the red-head from the bus who had been looking at her. In her open hand was fifty cents. "Have these."
"Uhh…. Thanks. Do I know you?" Carmen slowly accepted the coins.
"No, but my friends and I know you," she began to explain. "I'm Serena. If I tried to explain to you, you wouldn't understand. But I can bring you to somebody who will make it all clear."
Carmen paused at a response... Today wasn't exactly the perfect time...
"Don't worry, we'll do it whenever it's best for you," Serena smiled. Did she just read her thoughts? Impossible...
"Serena, I have to make this phone call, you see my sister—"
"Has a fractured arm. A man attacked your family. It's exactly what I have to talk to you—"
"How'd you know?"
"I read... a paper that they, uh, had on the wall. It listed all of the emergencies."
A list? Never heard of it... "I didn't know they had that."
"Well, Carmen, I better let you make your call. Visit my house sometime. I want you to meet my friends. I'm sorry that I just confused you, I probably should've even tried to tell you," she apologized. She swung around her backpack and pull out a paper and pen, which she used to scribble down her address.
Carmen took it, confused of how she even knew her name; she hadn't even told her. "Thank you Serena for the money and your address. I'll stop by sometime, I owe you any ways for this money." Serena wandered over to the door, to where another girl from the bus was leaning against the glass. Then they just left.
That was... sudden, she thought. Carmen looked down at the paper and the back up. Did Serena know how to help her? Or was she the cause of the problem?
This day is getting just getting more and more tiring. Hesitantly, she inserted the coins into the phone and a minute's chat with Marea wasn't enough to take her away from life's worries.