I feel someone gripping my hand. I hear more crying in the corner of the room.
"Ally, please. Please, please, please, please... wake up," I hear Austin say. "Mr. Dawson, it's been three days. When will she wake up?"
Again, he's in tears. I feel bad for him but I just can't bring myself to open my eyes. Wait a minute, it's been three days?
"Give her time, Austin. And it hasn't been three days yet. It's only been two," my dad reassures him. That's still pretty bad. My dad doesn't sound like he's crying. Is there someone else in here? If so, who is it?
"It isn't possible for her to be in a coma, is it? Please tell me it isn't possible," Austin begs.
"It isn't possible, Austin, I promise," my dad says. He doesn't sound so sure, though. I try to open my eyes but they just seem so heavy. I do the most I can: I groan.
"Ally," Austin whispers. He strokes my face. All goes silent. It's a few minutes before I can open my eyes. When I do, Austin breathes a sigh of relief. I look around for the third person. It's... Trish!
"Trish," I whisper. "What are you doing here?"
"My mom brought me. Your dad called and told me you were in the hospital. I had to come. I also wanted to come see my best friend," she tells me smiling.
"I've missed you," I tell her. She shakes her head.
"It's only been two weeks and you've already gotten grounded and fallen out of a window," she tells me. I laugh. Then I remember that I still haven't told her about the ghosts. There'll be time later.
"So, I've been... out... for two days?" I ask. Everyone nods.
"When did you get here?" I ask Trish.
"About an hour ago," she tells me. I look down at my arms and almost faint. They're covered in bandages and the bandages are covered in... blood. I let out a moan.
"Ally, what's wrong?" Austin asks.
"The-the b-b-b-blood," I answer.
"Ally, don't look at it," he tells me.
"What am I supposed to look at then? They're just sitting right in front of me!" I exclaim.
"Just look at me, or Trish, or your dad," he tells me.
I look at him. He lives next to me which reminds me of my house of course... which is where Carolyn haunts me.
I look at my dad. He never believes me about Carolyn.
I look at Trish, my best friend in the whole world. I haven't seen her in about two weeks. I haven't told her about the ghosts either.
I look at the ceiling. It doesn't remind me of ghosts which remind me of Carolyn which reminds me of my accident that wasn't an accident. I sigh. But I make the mistake of thinking about scratching the ceiling. A powdery substance falls when you do that...
The cyanide!
Austin's holding the hand it was in. I look down at our fingers intertwined. Suddenly, I forget all about the cyanide. It just doesn't matter for a moment. All that matters is Austin. Austin Moon. I smile up at him and he smiles back.
"Well, I'm going to, uh, I'm going to get some... breakfast," my dad says. His voice breaks on the word 'breakfast'. He leaves the room crying. He must not be able to handle me being in the hospital...
"Trish, can you close the door? I need to talk to you," I tell her.
"Should I leave?" Austin asks loosening his grip on my hand. I tighten my own grip and shaking my head.
"No, it's about Carolyn... and Edward... and Edward Junior," I tell him.
"Who?" Trish asks closing the door.
"Trish, my house is haunted. Edward Junior is Carolyn and Edward's son. Carolyn tried to have an abortion but it didn't work. Edward is Carolyn's husband. Carolyn killed him with... The cyanide!" I yell. I yank my hand out of Austin's.
"Austin, where is the cyanide? It was in my hand when they took my bed out of here. Where is the cyanide?!" I ask worriedly.
"Why did you keep it in your hand?!" he asks me.
"So you don't know where it is?" I ask quietly. He shakes his head ruefully. I sigh.
"We lost our only evidence," I whisper. "The doctors are going to wonder why I had cyanide at all."
"They didn't ask us about it, though," he tells me.
"Carolyn took it. I just know it," I tell him. I realize Trish hasn't said a word. She's sitting down twiddling her thumbs.
"Trish?" I ask. She looks up.
"Did Carolyn do this to you?" she asks gesturing to my bed. I nod.
"She's gonna pay. I think my visit will last a little longer than I expected it to," she tells me angrily.
"Thanks, Trish, but there's nothing we can do about her. She can touch us but we can't touch her," I say. "Literally." She goes deep into thought. She's thinking of a plan... Awesome.
Austin's hand is lying on my bed. It hasn't moved since I let it go. I take it back in mine. He leans over, rests his elbows on my bed and starts playing with my fingers.
"Hey, has Dez come by?" I ask.
"No, why?"
"I want Trish to meet him," I tell him. Her head snaps up at the sound of her name.
"What happened?" she asks.
"I want you to meet Dez," I tell her. She smiles brightly. Austin takes out his phone.
"Yo, Dez, what up?" Austin asks. There's a pause. "Just at the hospital. You should come visit." He gives him the room number and hangs up. About an hour later, Dez shows up.
"Ally, baby, are you alright?" he asks giving me a kiss on the cheek. He notices Austin and I's hands.
"You're cheating on me?! Ally, how could you?!" he asks infuriated.
"Dez, Austin knows," I tell him. I gesture to Trish. He lets out a sigh of relief and sits down beside Trish across the room.
"Trish, that's Dez. Dez, that's Trish," I introduce them. "Go elope or something."
"What does elope mean?" Dez asks clueless.
"It means to run away and get married," Austin says. I look over and he's staring straight at me. I pat his head.
"Good job for knowing that," I tell him with a laugh. He smiles at me.
After the smile fades, I'm still staring into his eyes. He starts to lean down and I lean up as much as I can then... my arm starts burning. I scream in pain.
Thank you for ruining the moment, Ally. A doctor walks into the room.
"Well, it looks like it's time to change your bandages..." he tells me apologetically. Does that mean it's going to burn as much as this just did? He tells everyone to leave and they all leave except Austin.
"I need to stay. I promised her I would stay by her side," Austin tells the doctor. He sighs.
"Try not to make too much noise. It could worry Ms. Dawson," the doctor tells him. Austin nods and sits back down beside me. The doctor leaves and quickly comes back with new bandages. The doctor slowly peels the bandage that is glued to me with blood. I don't let the scream escape my lips so it sounds extremely weird. The doctor wraps new bandages around my arm. He peels the bandage off of my other arm and replaces that one. I sigh when it's over. The doctor, whose name I still don't know, leaves the room but Trish nor Dez come back in. I wonder where their at... Austin stares down at my arms.
"What?" I ask him.
"So much blood," he whispers. "You lost so much blood. How are you still alive?"
"I'm magical," I humor him shrugging a bit. He laughs and raises his eyebrows.
"I see," he tells me.
"Austin, I may really die," I say shaking my head. Tears well up in his eyes as well as my own.
"I have one last request," I tell him.
"Ally, you won't die," he promises me. "I won't allow it." Yet he allows tears to run down his face.
"Austin, I already have all of these wounds. And I'm clumsy: One slip and I'll lose more blood and I'll die. Or Carolyn may step in and do the job herself," I tell him. He shakes his head, not wanting to believe the words coming out of my mouth.
"Wh-what's your r-request?" he asks me.
"Kiss me," I whisper. He smiles and leans down. I lean up and this time, nothing ruins it. Our lips touch and it's better than the first time we kissed. I hear footsteps.
"Well, we'll... give you two some... privacy," I hear Trish say. The footsteps leave my room and Austin and I are left alone. When we finally break apart, I inhale a lot of air. Austin smiles sadly.
"Ally, why aren't you confident in yourself?" he asks me.
"Humans are no match for demons," I tell him simply.
"But if we all team up together, it could be possible!" he almost yells at me.
"Austin, I'm fragile. I can't risk another injury from Carolyn," I tell him.
"I won't let that happen," he tells me. When I don't say anything, he changes the subject.
"You've been singing in your sleep," he says.
"What-what was I singing?" I ask. He holds up a notepad.
"I wrote it down," he tells me handing me the hospital notepad. I look down at it and read the words written on it.
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen...
'Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I am done here?
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
It stops there.
"So... I sleep-write?" I ask. He nods.
"I guess so," he tells me.
"So you said you think we can stop Carolyn. What do you suggest we do?" I ask. He shrugs.
"I don't know. Wasn't Trish thinking of a plan?" he asks. She was thinking of a plan, wasn't she?! Her plans always work! But this is a ghost we're talking about...
"Can you go get Trish for me?" I ask. "Oh, and Dez?" He stands up and walks out of the room. The plan she probably thought of is worth a shot.
Short chapter, I know. I was extremely tired when I wrote it so I kept trying to wrap it up but I felt like it needed a little tiny bit more... and it's still extremely short. Anyway, nothing much to say. LittleKitten816, happy late birthday! My friend's birthday is today too and mine's tomorrow :D The day The Hunger Games comes out on DVD :D and of course, you can call me Kenzie :) Anyway, review my loyal minions and Micchir333 and LittleKitten816.
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