Chapter 13 – Realizations and Revelations
Ally's Point of View
I pick myself up and out of my wheelchair, heavily flopping onto my bed in complete exhaustion.
Today seemed to never end. I could have gone without having that little 'celebration'. People came who I didn't want to see. I know I'll have to face them eventually but not then, not so soon.
I reach behind my bed and pull out a locked box, inserting a key that was inside my old math book. Once I hear the click, I take off the lock and remove its sole content: my untouched song book. While in my "dream" I wrote several times about my life and how it changed but when I flip to my last entry, the date and subject are the day before my accident.
I grab a pen resting on my night stand and start writing, writing about my life I made inside my head, my awakening from a coma, the loss of my leg, everything that happened during recovery and therapy and finally my homecoming party.
After Austin finished his song, he ran off though I couldn't complain, he just took away grief and heartache that welled up inside me. Hopefully, I don't have to see him that much; even so, that still might be too often for me.
Once I took my focus from following where Austin went I realize Trish, a very older Trish, was standing off slightly to the side yet she looked at me with hesitation.
Ever since I woke up I have been extremely perceptive of how people feel, why is that?
I had to shake my head at such a strange thought but I do have to agree with myself. One of the reasons I don't want to be around my friends is because I can tell how they're going to react and what they are feeling.
I looked back at Trish and though I didn't want to see her I knew I had to and gave her a small smile. She gave one back and walked over quickly.
In those few seconds I saw how different Trish looks. She still had her loud clothing style but the clothing flowed better; her usual long, curly hair had been straightened, cut, and pinned back and her demeanor was more mature. Every single thing about that Trish is different from my 'Dream' Trish, as my psychiatrist wants me to term anything I remember from my sleep.
Trish hurriedly sat down next to me in a recently vacated seat and looked at me with glistening eyes.
"Hey Ally…" She stopped and looked down, obviously not knowing what to say.
"I'm not any different Trish, just not wanting much company and a bit confused." I hoped that might help her in coming up with a conversation.
"Yeah, I guess I should've known that… but I haven't, we haven't spoken in two years so, and I know I've changed…"
"Trish, it wasn't like I had a choice in not being here for so long, but please, act like you did, before… and please bear with me, I really am not in a place for tons of socialization." I said, and I placed my hand on her upper arm.
"I'll try, of course but you also should be patient too, especially with Austin; I think he was troubled the most by your accident."
"ALLY!" In that moment Dez had run over and pulled me out of my wheelchair in a big hug. "I missed you so much! Do you know how many videos I have waiting for you to star in? Zillions, and then I need a new song from you for Austin so I can make a new music video. Austin really needs a new video out soon."
Anger and pain boiled up inside of me. Why couldn't people see I can't be around Austin? Didn't they know that it almost physically hurts me to be around him?
As soon as Dez placed me back in my seat I flicked the brake off and pushed myself away from my friends and towards my room. I couldn't be near them anymore. Dad came overpaid asked me where I was going and I told him I felt overwhelmed and tired and to please tell everyone that I was sorry for leaving.
How am I ever going to get over the essential time jump? Everything and one, including me, has changed somehow and I don't know where my place in this world is anymore.
Ally
Two Months Later…
I finally am done with that awfully physical therapy. It hurt so much even though the surgery on my leg was done almost two years ago, the pain from applying pressure to it was unbearable and now I don't need my wheelchair, I can walk now that I've mastered my fake leg.
Also, my psychiatrist has told me that I am also making good progress in my mental and emotional capacities and will be able to be out and about more often.
I am thinking about making a trip to the old Sonic Boom store. Dad told me he had to shut it down because it was costing him too much to keep it open since my medical bills were so expensive. He did try selling it but some mysterious donor has been sending just enough money for the rent and now Dad is thinking about reopening it.
Dad's new job is still selling instruments but more of finding an instrument someone wants and selling it to them. He used to do everything online so he could be closer to me but now that I'm awake and can take care of myself he is doing his job in person and will continue to do this job after he reopens Sonic Boom.
I hop in the car and head towards the mall. Since Dad wants to reopen soon, I am going over to see what needs to be done and clean up what I can without overdoing it. He also gave me a key though it's still the same lock as before.
I ease my car into a parking spot and get out, looking at what was supposed to be a derelict sign and grimy windows but a new sign sporting a new Sonic Boom logo and pristine windows are all that greet me.
Okay…
I cautiously walk up to the entrance glancing around for any suspicious goings on. Seeing none, I insert my key and walk in, a bell tinkling quietly announces my arrival, locking the door behind me.
Once again I was expecting to see a dusty, messy, and musty smelling room but the room was void of dirt, new furniture was placed about, the register counter and stand has been updated, the floor waxed, new empty shelves stood waiting for merchandise, and an airy smell filled the room.
What is going on? Is someone trying to play a trick on me?
My senses come rushes back, along with a noise from upstairs. A piano is playing melancholy music, the same ones I play when I feel down.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I walk up the stairs, taking long than the used to but When I reach the top I can hear singing along with the piano
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It almost feels like it was just a dream
All these memories of you and me
Blown away in the summer breeze
It almost feels like we just never were
All the time we spent was just a blur
Now it's just me and the melody
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So what am I supposed to do?
Cause all these plans we made in the sand are through
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Without you, I'm on my own
Am I gonna be alone?
And if it's only me, myself, and I, will I be fine?
So far from home
And I just don't know
Am I gonna make it? Brave enough to take this road
Out on my own
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And maybe I'm falling on my face
Or maybe I'm landing in my place
And maybe we're a million miles apart
Or maybe we're standing heart to heart, but
No matter what, I'm walking right off this stage
And never looking back, looking back to yesterday
No way, no way
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I'm on my own, yeah, yeah, yeah
As long as I've got me, myself, and I, I'm doing fine
So far from home
But now I know that I am gonna make it
Brave enough to take this road
Out on my own
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It almost feels like it was just a dream
All these memories of you and me
I stand in a trace, my hand resting on the doorknob as my heart pierced with sadness.
Is this what Trish meant? He… feels this way?
I quickly remove my hand, feeling guilty over my attitude and behavior, and walk hurriedly down the stairs forgetting about my prosthetic leg.
Towards the bottom steps my right leg hits my left knocking me off balance and sending my reeling towards the floor. I cry out and grasp for something to stop my fall, my fingers only coming in contact with the railing for a few seconds before I land on the ground slamming my head onto the floor.
I try to rise but my body is not listening to me and a dull ache is starting to form in my head, my senses become nullify in wake of the impending headache.
As my vision begins to darken, I hear Austin call my name and pounding on the stairs. I manage to make a moan, using all the strength that I could muster.
"Ally," through blurred vision, I see a figure drop beside me still calling out my name. "Please, stay awake, you have to!"
A hand slips under my back and I feel myself being pulled against something comforting and warm. A wave of exhaustion hits me and I want to curl up against this blurred thing and fall asleep.
"You have to keep your eyes open Ally!" The hand removes itself and then my drooping eyelids are forced open and focus for a split second.
Austin is holding me close, worry marring his face and his phone pressed up against his ear.
My eyes shift again and everything is blurry once again.
"My girlfri-, my friend fell down a flight of stairs and hit her head real bad. She is not responding to me and I'm really worried because she recently suffered a bad head injury. I'm at Sonic Boom Music Shop. Please hurry!"
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