Sorry, I've been getting myself into shit I can't handle, I'm 3/4s of the way done with a summary of Please Don't and Say You Love Me...
Disclaimer- I do NOT own anything or idea related to any of Stephenie Meyer's works.
I was laying on the ground of Tess, one of my best friend's, room. I knew I was the only one of my friends who were awake by the even breathing that vibrated against the floor. I could hear the echoes of some television playing, though I was pretty sure that it was running unwatched. I rose, unsteady and rigid from the couple of hours of sleep I'd had. A slight headache pulsed behind my temples and I pressed my own cool fingers against them.
We'd left my house around eleven and come to Tess', thrown back a couple of shots and partied it up. I didn't remember the arrival some of the people who I was currently stepping over, maneuvering through the maze and entanglement of bodies. I padded quietly to the kitchen and filled myself a glass of water.
I loved being at Tess'. Her mother was always there, but it was alright, she was pretty cool with everything that we did. She got that we, as teenagers, were likely to drink and smoke or do drugs, so she just let them do it at her house, where she could make sure we wouldn't hurt ourselves. Of course we never were getting into anything too bad. Experimenting here and there, but not anything heavily addictive.
I pushed open her patio door and took a seat on the veranda, looking up at the morning sky. It was definitely still early, maybe five forty-five or six. The pinks and purples dusted against the disappearing stars and navy sky.
I pulled my arms close to conserve heat and closed my eyes, enjoying the silence. Today was Sunday, I'd be returning to school tomorrow. Hopefully the news of my failed license test would have already traveled and I won't have to answer any embarrassing questions tomorrow.
Pushing the idea out of my head I raised and a chill passed through my body sending a shiver from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. I hugged my arms around myself tighter. Standing, I walked along the veranda into the front yard. I really didn't know what I was doing; a magnetized pull is what it felt like, though that's ludicrous. Scanning the front yard I saw nothing, yet intuition pulled me across the street. Along the pavement about four blocks I turned left, then right, and then walked straight until I came upon a park. A small sign was erected,
Parkside Playground
Children 3-7
Well, this wasn't what I had expected. I walked to the slide and sat on it, hunched over. Running my fingers over the stubble on my legs I started to chastise myself. 'It really was crazy for me to have walked so far', and 'the sun is just now peaking'.
The metal of the slide was cold against my skin.
I choked back a sudden and unexpected sob.
I still felt empty.
I'm sixteen.
I'm a junior in High School.
I haven't found love.
I failed my driver's test.
And I really, honestly, missed my mom.
A quick and jagged breath escaped from me.
I was going crazy. This emptiness was eating away at me from the inside and had obviously reached my brain. I felt tears slip from my eyes and practically freeze against my cheeks. I stood quickly planning on heading back to Tess' before anyone realized that I was gone.
I walked carefully in my bare feet along the prickled tanbark.
Now was not the time for a mental breakdown, I thought as I raised my head against the cold. I hadn't realized it before, the pure arctic-ness of it. Another shiver rushed against my body as I caught the eyes of someone. I had forgotten that I wasn't the only person likely to be up. The silence had made me forget about everyone else.
My shiver turned to embarrassment as I recognized who I was seeing. The boy whom I had crashed into the day previous. I averted my eyes, unsure of what to do. I didn't want him to think that I was walking to him, but he was definitely on the street that I had to take to get back to the house.
Stepping back onto the pavement I decided to take the opposite sidewalk and then cross later. I was also a bit creeped out. I stuffed my hands in my pocket, inadvertently dropping some piece of paper, which I ignored and continued to walk. I had gone about twenty feet when I sensed someone behind me.
Shit.
Shit.
Not good.
I knew that it could only be that kid. What was his name…Rory. I started to take some deep breaths. I was hoping he wasn't looking for some sort of revenge for me crashing into him. my teeth began to chatter and I picked up my pace but no matter how much quicker I got he kept up.
Finally I turned, he was right on my heels, as swiftly as I could I placed my hands on his shoulders and rammed my knee up, attempting to nail him in the groin (thank you school imposed self defense classes), unfortunately my knee crashed into his hand. I screamed in pain.
"Fuck! God damnit! What the…ahhhh" it continued. My knee seared in pain.
"Damnit" he whispered under his breath
Hot tears pricked behind my eyes and streamed unstoppably down my cheeks.
"What are you saying 'damnit' about?!!?" I was clenching my teeth in an effort to form words instead of screams.
"Keep your eyes closed, or at least don't look at your knee." He said crouching down next to me.
"Don't tell me what to do." I growled while wondering whether I should look or not. I opened my eyes and looked down at it.
My knee cap was literally all the way on the side of my leg, disfigured. My stomach churned and I passed out but not before I puked on the sidewalk.
I vaguely remember being brought to the hospital, well, arriving at least. Answering their questions.
"What's you name?" I female voice was asking, I guessed a nurse.
"Julia Madanian"
"How old are you?"
"16."
"Do you have any allergies?"
"No."
"Where do you live?"
"656 Redstone Ct." I mumbled
"What's your parents number?"
"Sweety?" the nurse asked.
"Your Parents number?" she repeated, but I was already out cold.
"Someone please get the O.R. ready and some painkillers to Ms. Madanian?" the nurse said walking off.
Hopefully I'll have an update soon no promises, but the next chapter will be Rory's POV. I've decided I like short chapters.
-Mel (alwayssmile877)
