Chapter 3: Wrong Place
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I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. For the wrong reason, and the wrong rhyme.
'Keep driving, keep driving, don't look back just don't do it.' I'm yelling at myself in my head, my brain, my heart is throbbing. "Don't, don't" I whisper, keeping my eyes on the road. I look down for one split second and... "Fuck!" I scream, looking up, hitting the brakes. My head yanks forward, hitting the steering wheel. I fall back into my chair, seeing nothing but people surrounding me and blood dripping down my face. My eyes close "Jade!, hey!" I hear a group of people yell. I slowly open my eyes, seeing Tori first, holding my hand, sitting on a chair by me. "What the hell, happened!" I yell, yanking my hand away from Tori.
"You were in a wreck, Jade" Tori whispers to me. I shake my head but it hurts "she might have some memory loss" the doctor tells all of the people in the room with me. "Tori, I didn't have a wreck I know how to drive." I say angrily the doctor walks closer to me and says "yes you did you might not remember it but you did." I glare at him and he just walks out. "Who is he and him?" I ask Tori pointing to the tall tanned guy with long hair. And the white guy with curly hair. "That is Beck and Robbie, your friends." Tori answers, with a frown on her face.
"Why the fuck, can't I remember?" I yell Andre walks up to me below my bed and says "because your you hit your head real hard on your steering wheel. You almost hit a kid but you hit the brakes before you could." I look at Tori and ask "is that true?" she nods, grabbing my hand again. The wrong mix in the wrong genes. I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means. "Well sorry I have to leave" Robbie says, walking out of the hospital room. "Hey, Jade are you doing better?" Cat asks, walking in the room. I nod after a few minutes I fall asleep and see Tori and me in the car, driving. She is looking outside the window, crying. 'Tori, Tori, what's wrong' I ask her, she turns to look at me. And I begin to cry too, her eyes get big as she turns to see the road. 'Jade!, Jade' she screams before she disappears.
"Tori!" I wake up yelling and she is gone her hand isn't holding mine anymore. She isn't in her chair beside me I guess this is how it feels like to be left. Karma is such a bitch, the doctor runs in with an annoyed look on his face. "I wish you didn't sleep talk or should I call it sleep yelling. I keep running in here, thinking something is wrong." "Wrong?" I ask he nods and asks "do you want Tori here? Because that was all you were yelling, was her name." I shake my head, he just rolls his eyes and walks back out. "Why the fuck you gotta be so damn rude, shit" I say to him before he closes the door. The wrong questions with the wrong replies.
"Well fuck you too" I shout towards the closed door, then turn my head to where Tori was sitting. Using all the wrong lines, And the wrong signs. "Tori" I whisper putting my hand on the armrest to the empty chair. I stay like that until the nurses bring my food in. "Can you take this shit off of me, please?" I ask, moving my arms around. They nod, walking over to me and take it off. "Thank you" I say getting out of the white hospital bed. Man, why is everything white here? Are they trying to blind or kill me? "Your mom and dad are here to see you" one of the nurses tell me, politely. How can they be so nice here too? "Alright well send them in" I tell them they nod again and walk out, leaving my food here. I am not even hungry so I sit back down on the bed and look down at the white tiled floor.
This hospital is very different from my room it's the opposite. My parents walk in it's so unfortunate that I look like my mom, it's not that she is ugly, because she's not. It's just that she looks so joyful all the time, her appearance is just joyful. That's why I got my eyebrow piercing and starting wearing all black. Cheerful never really suited me or made made me pleased. Hearing about death on the news made others cry and feel sympathy. I just enjoyed hearing about it. I grew up screwed up you can say. But that's not the answer, at all. Thankfully, my dad doesn't have that appearance I always looked up to him. He is mostly never happy or pleased, he doesn't feel a thing. I admired that, not feeling anything.
Like when he said something rude to me he didn't feel bad about it or tried to fix it. He doesn't mind having things broken. My mom tried her best not to let me end up this way. But I guess my dad was in the way. Once my mom gave me dolls to play with on my fifth birthday. I discovered scissors in my dad's lower cabinet to his office desk, and I cut the dolls hair off. I enjoyed it, a lot made me feel a since of power. My mom and dad's friends, always worried about me. But I didn't care, I just let myself grow up, wrong. "Jade, are you Ok?" my mom asks, with worry and care. I nod my dad doesn't say a damn thing. He has no expression on his face I glare at him but he doesn't do anything but look at me without any sign of worry or care.
My dad and me never have got along, once I was able to talk, and walk, he has always said mean things to me. As I got older it got worse, he started hitting me until I was soon old enough to hit back. My mom was always at work when stuff like that happened. My dad worked at home, my mom would always ask me what was wrong. When she saw bruises on my body and I would always make an excuse. I wasn't scared of him because like I said I admired him. He was my role model but now I just hate him. My mom walks over and hugs me I hug her back. My mom knew that me and my dad really didn't get along, she wasn't blind. But she didn't know it was as serious as it was.
But I pretty much got my traits from my dad and my looks from my mom. "Ok, I am glad, honey" she says breaking the hug apart and looks at me. "Seems like the put stitches on your forehead" she says looking up at my forehead. "Oh really! How many?" I ask she looks more carefully then answers "five" I nod. Then ask "Can I go home today?" She nods looking at my dad. He just walks out my mom looks back at me and explains "he went to go sign you out." I nod and follow her outside the room. I really don't want to go home I just want to get the hell out of here. I wonder why its so bright and white if people die here. If it was dark and black here I would enjoy it here and it would make more sense.
We make it downstairs, with my dad following behind us after signing the papers. And I see Tori, standing by the exit doors, waiting. She looks up when she hears our footsteps and see's me looking at her. My mom and dad walk out while saying "we will meet you in the car unless she is taking you."I shout back "Ok" Tori shouts out "she is coming with me!" My mom is the only one that turns back and says "Ok, well take care" we both nod and she follows my dad to the car. Me and Tori both look at each other after my parents leave. "Where are we going?" I ask she grabs my hand and says "my house" I follow her outside and walked to her car. Everyone is looking at us I just glare at them.
We both get and the car she buckles up her seat belt then asks me. "Why aren't you buckling up?" I laugh and say "I don't need to, I am not scared to die." She just reaches over and buckles me up herself. I struggle not to let her but I just let her in the end. "That doesn't mean you won I am just too tired to fight with you." I say looking out the window she laughs and drives off. I find myself looking at her every once in a while. Then I find myself staring at her, what is wrong with me?