I felt someone shaking me.
Opening my eyes, I was surprised that it had all been a dream.
Or was it?
I saw some guy in a white suit standing beside my bed and my 'dad' on the other side.
"Hey, Bud." He says to me. "Doctor has to check a couple things, and then we can leave."
I watched as the doctor checked the machines before he reached over to my arm.
He said he had to pull the needle out and it wouldn't hurt for long.
I feel my tear up for a couple of seconds as the pain and pressure shot through my arm and through my body.
"It's okay." I hear Robby Ray tell me.
Is it?
Soon, after a small 'check-up', the doctor says I can go home as long as I 'get bed rest, and take the medication' they give me.
Slowly, I move to the edge of the bed.
Surprisingly, I find that I haven't much trouble walking. I only felt slightly dizzy but probably because of the lack of food than the 'head injury'.
We walked out of the room and I sat in some plastic chairs as my dad checked for my medication.
Soon, I was standing outside in the sunlight with my dad.
He led me over to a white truck. I got into the passenger seat as my dad started the truck.
I watched as we passed cars and people. We passed buildings, or maybe, they passed us.
The traffic got lighter as we headed farther out of the city. My dad pulled off onto a dusty road and we bumped along the gravel.
We pulled up to a rather large and old looking house after a quiet stretch of silence.
"Here we are." He says, turning the truck off and getting out.
Where are we?
I looked up as the house and watched as my dad passed in front of the pickup and walked to open my door.
As we walked up to the house, I couldn't help but notice how much older the house looked up close.
Our house.
He led me into the house and showed me around it. He led me through the kitchen, a living room, up some old worn-out stairs, a clean bathroom, past a locked door, and finally, my room.
The walls inside were covered in posters. Most of the posters were of bands and singers.
The window was covered by dark maroon curtains and the bed was covered by a dark maroon blanket.
"We'll have dinner at seven." I hear my dad say before he closed the door and walked back downstairs.
I looked at the clock and saw that I had a half hour to kill before dinner.
Looking around, I saw a bookcase beside the bed in the corner of the room.
Walking over to the bed, I sat down and looked over the book titles.
The books were all different kinds. Some were parts of series and all were different colors.
One book caught my eye.
It had no way to distinguish it besides the black cover.
Carefully, I pull it out and see no title on the cover.
Opening the book, I found the words 'M.R.S.'s journal.' were printed in a deep blue.
Very interested, I began to turn the page before I stopped myself.
'I don't want to invade their privacy.' Was my first thought.
But then I remembered that it was my room.
Why would someone put their stuff in my room?
Unless, this was mine.
I slowly opened the book, preparing myself to shut the book in case it wasn't actually mine.
I started to read the first entry and became even more interested when I knew it was mine.
a.n.: thanks for reading this! even though a lot of people haven't reviewed, I think I might continue this. I only have one chapter written left, and I might write another today. But I am going to try to finish this story for those that are still interested. Oh, and i know it says 'Liley' in upcoming chapters, but it won't be for a while. sorry if you were expecting it to just show up in the beginning!