We fell asleep.
It was 1:27pm when I actually woke up. Silently getting off the bed, I tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Cookie was on the phone, she said, "Matt, your daughter passed out. You need to get here." A long silence passed as she was listening to my dad, and then she exclaimed, "Your where? You know that it is not safe… or right, to keep going there!" Another moment passed before she said goodbye, and hung up the phone. Apparently she hadn't heard me coming down from upstairs and jumped when I tapped her shoulder.
"Sorry," I said sliding into the chair beside her. Cookie looked at her hands, and started tangling them together in weird patterns that I had never seen. Finally glancing at me through the corner of her eye, she murmured, "Are you okay?" With a shake of my head, her shoulders straightened and she hastily stood up, pushing the wooden chair under the old table. "Good. You know, me and your brother were worried about you,"
"Yeah, I sort of saw that when Parker was close to tears."
"Ha, that doesn't happen much, now does it?" She laughed and started washing the dirty dishes that were sitting on the counter. "You know," She said pointing a dirty knife at me, "Your still in you pajamas. Go change." I peeked down at my clothes and sure enough I was still in pj's. "I'll go change." I said already jumping out of my chair. It skid across the room and fell over, making a huge crack noise as it hit. "Sorry." I said and ran over to pick it up. Setting it back down, I printed up the stairs and into my room.
Parker was still snoring on my bed. His legs were sprawled out in the spot where I had previously been, and his head was resting on his arms.
I strolled over to my dresser and pulled a pair of shorts and a matching t-shirt out of a drawer.
"What time is it?" Parker asked groggily, still spread out on my bed. I turned around, surprised to hear his voice.
"What?" I asked, just a habit, "Sorry, it is about 1:20."
"Oh, darn. I need to get going to work."
"Why work? It's Saturday." I replied, zipping my plaid shorts up.
"I was sick Monday, remember?"
I cut in, "How could I forget? You remember I was the one who took you to the doctor, and got you food and all of that junk. Don't forget that."
"Of course," He continued, barley noticing my questioning yet playful tone, "If I don't work today, I wouldn't get the day off before Thanksgiving. Meaning that it would only be you, Cookie, Ben, and dad on the camping trip…" he bowed his head as if to say, 'and you don't want that now, do you?' I nodded my head slightly and he carried on, "And I think you might need me there to keep you out of the sanity that reaches for you. Right?"
"Yeah!" I said, grabbing him and pulling his huge muscular body off of my bed. "You better get going! You don't want to be late!" I practically pushed him out of my room and then I finished dressing.
Running to my bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, which made its home on my dirty white dresser. My long black hair crawled down my back in long curls. It looked like I was wearing a silky black halo on my head, which dropped ringlets around my high cheek boned face that was dabbed with freckles. My eyes shone out from my over-grown bangs, the color of a foggy day. Grey streaks whipped across the pale blue, making for a 'smoky' affect. No one else in my family had ever had these, most of them caressed regular blue eyes. Except for my brother, his were unique too. His golden gaze seemed to leave my grey eyes in the dust. It is almost as if the power of persuasion came with them. If you were ever looked in the eye by him, expect to do what he wanted you to do, not what you, yourself, wanted to do.
As my hand reached to grab my toothbrush, I accidently knocked over the glass cup that I would place it into, so that I wouldn't have to lay it on the grimy counter top. It crashed onto the floor and split into tiny shards of clear glass. One, the size of my thumb, dug itself into my foot. And I screeched out in pain.
"Parker!" I yelled, hoping that he had heard the crash and was already running with the broom. "Parker!" I screamed again, this time a bit louder.
"What?" I heard a muffled, yet still rushed, reply by the bedroom door. "What's happening?"
"In here." I hollered back, calmer, "Can you go get the broom? And if you can, get a towel out of my closet. I can't step on the carpet right now."
"What?" He said, walking into the bathroom. As soon as he saw my foot, his mouth dropped into a wide gapping hole. "What happened?"
I glanced at my foot through the corner of my eye and realized that it was bleeding much more rapidly than I could have ever imagined. Looking at it made the pain worse, so I quickly pulled my eyes away and looked at something else. The towel that hung on a little rack looked dirty. In the back of my mind, a thought that I really needed to wash it.
"Can you just get me a bandage please?" I was loosing patience, and I could feel my voice rising due to the pain radiating inside my foot. Parker looked shocked from the urgency and took off in the doors direction, already yelling, "Cookie, get the gauze!"
"What are you talkin' about, Parker? You need to hush, you're going to wake somebody in China up!"
"Cookie!" He yelled trying to make her listen to him, "Ivy would like to have the gauze, she cut her foot." I heard a loud gasp and then a slamming cupboard. Followed by a racket, most likely made by Cookie, of footsteps that led their way up the stairs.
She reached the bedroom in no time carrying the white fluffy material in her hands.
"Oh, you need more than this," she pointed at the gauze, and then continued, "stitches. I think that you need stitches."
The gash seemed to be widening with every second, loosing grip on the flesh behind it. "Okay," I nodded my head, "But before, we need to try to stop the blood loss. I'll get it all over the carpet if I go out like this." This time Cookie nodded her head and she took the cloth and pressed down. I screamed.
"Hush child." She chided me inflicting more pressure onto my foot. Ahhh! I screeched in my head.
Tears swelled in my eyes long before she let go. By then, most of the blood had been soaked up and I could now walk out of my room and towards the car.