Hey everyone, I finally found some time to write more of this. This chapter's a little different, it's from Martha's point of view and how she sees things that go on in her life, I don't know if I'll do any of the other chapters like this, I might just do another one later on in the story but I thought this might help people understand what goes on in her head. Here it is, hope you like it.
Chapter number 2. Inside Martha Hunter's head
Every night since before I can even remember, I have the same dream, well it's not really a dream I guess, I can't see anything, I can just here what's going on around me.
Dream:
"Were loosing her" A female's voice panics as the sound of machines beep crazier than the monkey at the zoo before feeding time.
"She's arresting, quick get the machines over here", another voice yells, this time it's a man. You can tell he'd scared, but at the same time he knows what he's doing, almost like he's done this before.
"Keep her stable, keep her stable" the womans voice chants. Footsteps can be heard running across the room, and then the sound of squeaking wheels coming across the room getting closer and closer like a train coming right at me.
"Charging to two hundred" the mans voice replies, then the sound of a jet plane starting hurls through the room followed by a bang. Then the machines that were beeping before let out a long low pitched beep that goes on and on like an ear ache until the man's voice interrupts, "Pupils are fixed and dilated".
"All brain activity is gone, time of death 2045 hours" the womans voice added.
There's footsteps again, and the sound of a door opening can be heard as it creeks, and then slams closed.
I can here to woman's voice in the distance, I can't make out what she says, but I know she's talking to someone, I can here them cry, but there not her tears, there some one else's. They cry like it's a funeral, shocked, yet sad and unbelieving that this has just happened.
And then after a while someone opens the door again, they walk up to me, there feet tapping on the floor louder as they approach, and then they stop.
I can feel myself moving backwards, like wheels are moving under me, and I keep moving for what seems like ages.
I slow down, entering a new atmosphere. There's baby's crying, lots of them, and then there's the sounds of carers trying to clam them down, but it doesn't work, it only makes them louder... but then I realize that the reason there getting louder is because I'm crying.
A pair of hands touch each of my sides, trying to lift me, but before they can get me upright I wake up, back in my own room, no crying baby's, no machines, no strangers and no banging doors, just my room.
Mum used to come up with hundreds of reason's why I might be having the same dream, so did dad, I still remember once he said that maybe I was paranoid that when I was older and had kids that it might kill me, but some how I don't think that's it.
Another girl at school once said that sometimes people have dreams that replay something that's happened to them before, the only problem is that that dreams never actually happened before, well at least I don't think it has.
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Sometimes I wonder why I'm not remotely like my parents, but then again, most teenagers who spend the majority of there lunchtimes in the detention room aren't ether.
I guess me and my dad have a little in common, we both love science. I remember when I was little we used to go down to the garage and invent things, we had so much fun, just me and him. We don't do that very often now, he works to much to have the time.
Me and Mum never really had a thing that was just for us, I guess we've had some good shopping trips, but I've never been as close to her as my dad, I was always a daddy's princess. I just wish he had as much time for me as he used to.
The person I have the most in common with is probably my best friend Emma, we do everything together, we get detention together, we go camping together, and we spend most of our holidays and weekends together. We're like twins really, I can predict things she says before she even says them and I know what she would say when she doesn't say anything.
Being an only child has it's down points, yeah I get most things I want cause there's not another sibling to compete with for things, but I've always wondered what it would be like to have a real brother or sister. I've still never figured out why my parents never had more kids, they've always loved baby's, especially my Mum, maybe they had there hands full with me I don't know, but I guess being an only child is just the way I am, even if Mum and Dad had another kid now, I don't think I'd ever see things differently, it wouldn't really be like having a little brother or sister, by the time they were old enough to go to school and do most of the things I do, I'd of already moved out of home and had a family of my own, there wouldn't be as much bonding as some of my friends have with there little brothers and sisters.
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Sometimes I wish my Mum would be more open with me. There's some days where I think she'd hiding things from me, and she probably is too. When ever I ask about things like what things were like before I was born, she kind of shuts down, well not really shuts down, more like backs away from the subject without trying to look like she is, not that she makes it any less obvious.
I remember one day when I found a photo graph in her top draw she completely flipped out. It was of a girl who looked about nineteen or twenty, she had long brown hair like mine and a pretty smile, and next to her was a man who looked a bit older than her, he had short brown hair and was wearing a police uniform.
Later Mum came and apologized to me, she said that they were good friends of hers back before I was born and that they passed away. I always wondered what they would be like, they both looked really kind, and Once when I asked Dad he said that I would of loved them, and they would of loved me. I remember seeing a photo of that same man in one of my grandpa's photo albums, he was mucking around with my uncle Luc and pouring a bucket of water over his head. I never asked anyone about it, I guess I just thought that they'd flip out like my Mum did, not that my grandpa would, he's not like that at all.
My Uncle Luc's pretty cool, sometimes when my dad has to go away to the city for days that turn into weeks uncle Luc takes me places with my auntie Belle and my cousin Jasmine who's a few years younger than me.
I've never really been all that close to anyone else on my dad's side of the family, my auntie Mattie moved to Paris to be closer to my Uncle Scott, and my Auntie Kit and Uncle Henry have always lived in the city so I've only really seen them on special occasions, but we always have fun when we all get together.
Author note: Thanks for all the reviews from the first chapter, I'd appreciate it if that wasn't the last of them. I'll try my best to continue after I've got two or more reviews.