Chapter two:
a/n: Hey party people! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this story. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Please review if you did.
Chapter two:
I awake to an annoying beeping sound that I wish would just stop. But, wait, that's a heart monitor—never mind. I only have to be here for a few more hours, at least, I hope so. I want to be in my own bed.
As it turns out, I have to stay at the hospital overnight for observation… more like torture. I don't get a good night's sleep tonight. In fact, I get one of the worst nights sleep I've ever had. I'm just lucky the band stuck by me the whole time.
We wound up moving our album release back a week so I could experiment with different scar concealers. I finally found one that works, and so now, I'm back in action. I'm lucky a scar is the only injury I was inflicted. Other than possible head trama. I most deffinetly did not see Edward's car the day of the accident. That didn't happen.
I'm currently appraising the bruises on my thumbs. None of them were from the wreck. They came from the way I hold the sticks, with my thumb on the top. It's a weird way to hold sticks, trust me I know, but it is the way I hold them, which means that I don't find it that off. But then again, it does give me large purple bruises on my thumnbs. Lovely.
I mean, when you drum in a band, especially one named Masochistic, it's fitting to have one of the members to be disfigured from playing the drums. But, I mean, who wouldn't want scars the size of a house on their thumbs.
Just as I lower my thumbs, so it doesn't look like I'm giving a thumbs-up, the door opens and Edward walks into the room. "Please. Sit down." I say, gesturing to the most uncomfortable spot in my room, the whicker desk chair.
a/n: Cliff hanger! Haha. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See ya!
Emmabeth.