Autors note: sorry I havent been around, ive been rather busy with classes and school, so anyways heres a long over due update, and since ive been asked, im mighty fine with suggestions, etc anyways thank you for reading, and if i was reviewing your story im planing on getting back on doing that
The water was dark and above me I saw a faint yellow light.
I told myself I had to see what the light was, but the harder I tried to swim upwards the harder it became for me to breath.
Forced to swim only downwards, I found the weight heavy on my chest but oddly more tolerable than my upward motions had been.
Anytime I had tried to envision death or what happens when you're dying, I never imagined it to be some gothic mermaid fantasy.
With my chest tightening more and more, I told myself that the light was important,the light would take away the weight and the pain, the light would bring me air and I needed to fight for it.
Pushing through dark streams of moss, I pulled and pulled myself closer as my airways constricted more and more and the closer I got the more determined I Became.
Breaching the surface, I struggled as the air became more dry with every breath I took, and the more I panicked the more harder it was for me to hold my head up.
When warm hands supported my neck up, the yellow lights began to swarm faster as a distant voice continued to call out for me.
Falling back into the endless pool, I was brought back to an reality where my body felt just as confused as it had in the dark water.
When hands scooped me up, I weakly forced my eyes to truly see what was going on.
"Shhhhhhhh its okay Skip, just relax now...you fell, and disconnected your breathing tube..and is on the way to fix it...apparently nurses these days aren't train to do simple tasks." Ken said. Carefully propping me back against my pillows before sighing.
Doctors? Breathing Tubes? Why did my eyes and head hurt so much?
Had anyone heard of dimmer lights? and why was I in the hospital?
Sure, many of you would be like how could you forget? but do keep in mind I had just had the living daylights blasted from the jelly pool that was now functioning as my brain.
With my questions, my body trembled as it tried to reprocess and as it tried to force air to flow from my lungs.
Hearing me drown in my coughs, Ken gently prompted me up as a dissatisfied women in a lab coat marched into the room.
" , I appreciate the concern...but do not touch my patients unless given permission" she glared as he quietly took a step away from me.
"Yes ma'am" he replied respectfully, his tone not matching the coldness that reflected from his eyes.
The woman known as " " then forced the set of tubes back up my nose, and untangled the set that had managed to twist its way around my neck.
Checking my vitals and taking notes, the women with dark curly strands began to ask me questions such as my sisters names, where I lived, my name, and things that on a regular day would of came to me without hesitation, but anything beyond my name which I was only able to give my first seemed difficult.
When it came to having siblings, I couldn't think of names but I remembered there was a girl slightly shorter than me with sometimes eyeglasses, strawberry waves, and freckles, and a tinier girl with blue eyes and very light hair that I didn't seem to care for.
I had the strangest idea that she often got me in trouble and was often very mean hearted towards me, but perhaps hadn't always been that way, and that how she acted was based on someone else that made my teeth grind..
"Tell me skipper, Do you remember your big sister Barbie?"
I cringed and internally pulled away just at the name.
The first thing to come to mind was sitting on a plane..a plane decorated in pink and glitter.
Then something to do with papers, and deep down I knew I didn't like whoever this Barbie was, but my brain had this shield that said smile and deceit this woman.
Why would I need to lie about someone or something that I couldn't remember?
I couldn't tell myself why, or why speaking whatever this "truth" was, made me afraid of what "she" would do.
Which brought up, who was this "she" and why did I fear her so?
"I feel like I know her, but thats all im getting" I finally answered feeling discouraged as I scanned the room, hoping a figure would come by that I could match the face to a name.
"and what about ? You did not seem panicked by his presence" the women stated as a nurse came in and swapped my Iv's.
Looking to ken, my brain just screamed at me that he was someone we trusted.
"I remember something about food, being late but not caring, surfing? or at least something with lots and lots of sand and water, oh and that is my dad? or something along those lines."
Ken and the Doctor both laughed.
"I guess you should feel honored that even in injury your highly thought of, " the women joked before turning to me.
"Sorry to tell you but Ken is not your father, he's actually your older sister's boyfriend and co worker...but potato,pototah" then laughed again a bit as gently tilted my head towards her.
I wasnt aware staples had been put in until her hands brushed them causing me to cry out.
Apologizing quickly she began to tell Ken about when my scans would be back.
Stating that she thought bringing my younger sisters in might be a good idea as I slowly adjusted back?
Thanking her, Ken and I waved goodbye to her as he took a seat.
"Im glad your okay Skip...Barbie and the director said you and Stacie had been fooling around on the rocks, and that she was soooo worried when you fell down and did quite a number on your noggin" he then shook his head. "You're lucky you didn't cause yourself more damage than this." he sighed before giving me a weak smile.
The more he spoke, the more I felt like it was a lie, but I said nothing as he left to go find my younger sisters.
When nightfall came, and when Kelly had fallen asleep, Stacie curled into the small twin bed with me.
From the corner of my eye I could seen her emerald orbs carefully trying to not stare at the bruises and staples on the side of my head as her fingers oh so gently twirled the ends of my locks.
Remembering that Ken had said Stacie and I had been playing on the rocks, I realized that she could tell me what really happened.
"...I didn't really fall off did I?" I whispered as her face twisted in conflict onto how she was to address any of this.
"Barbie says you fell,so you fell...but I also was there when she got mad and she took a rock and-well she knocked you out with them….She didn't even care this time that the director was there.."those orbs then began to water as they gazed upon me. "SHE DIDNT CARE! AND SHE LEFT YOU..-she-sh-shee wouldn't even let me help you"
I hugged her, though I couldn't remember much about her, I knew I was highly emotionally attached to her and that this Barbie woman was cruel to both of us.
"How did I get here then?" I asked.
"I told Ken, Barbie threatened to kill my horse and shut me away too, but I told...I was brave like you" she told me with a weak proud smile.
"Kelly, even helped me find your favorite socks and coat, and " she gestured towards the faded teddybear. "So you could get better."
Giving her a weak nod, I kissed the top of her head. "And because of your kindness and braveness i'm going to get better and leave this place."
"Can we stay here with you?" she asked me as a slim silhouette lurked near the fuzzy window of my door.
"I wouldn't have things any other way." I answered
And with that, I prepared that our days at the dreamhouse were coming to an end.