Hey everyone, what to say, what to say. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but the last weeks in school before the holidays were just crazy. Anyways, I hope you've all had a great Christmas, a great ending of 2013 and a great start of 2014. Anyway, I know I had. Something… well… at least I think it's a bit fun. I had four books, one in Swedish, one in Norwegian and two in English. Hmm, maybe I should learn Spanish during 2014 to set a new record.
You may think that I'm wrong at some point like how Jamie seemed to be getting better very fast after waking up or something. But… this is a story- not reality
Oh and guys, since I wrote the last chap I have went to university and a hundred other things I'm now a qualified doctor "cough, cough"… what? You don't believe me? Damn… however I am a nursing assistant
That night I laid awake until long after midnight. It didn't mean too much as Carlisle had told me earlier today that I probably wouldn't be going to school until Monday- at the earliest. Maybe even later in the week or the week after that. I turned around yet another time and tried to make myself comfortable unsuccessfully.
I ended up pushing myself up in sitting position. I leaned against the back of my bed and looked down and stroke with my hand over the bedspread I had had from Alice the moment after I came home. It was really pretty in pink, white and silver- threads. I wasn't much for pink but this was beautiful.
I laid down and pulled my covers closer around me. There was a knock on the door and Emmett came in.
"Couldn't sleep?" I shook my head at his question. "I bought this to you. I figured you might like it." He reached me a package. I slowly unwrapped the plastic around it and found a pair of sweat pants. Black and with the text "Jamie D." down one leg. And a beanie cap- that too with my name as well as a hoodie with "J. Dylan" written on the back with big text and "Jame" with a small text on the side of the zipper on the front.
"I figured that most sports teams and such have ones like that- so now you've got your own." I smiled and thanked him. I started picking up what he had given me. But before I had the time he had hung the clothes at the chair by the desk and thrown away the wrapping. He ended up with pulling the beanie down over my eyes.
"Now get some sleep Jame. I'll see you in the morning." I pulled up the cap and laid down again. I still held the cap curled up in my fist as I fell asleep.
The next time I woke up was just after six in the morning. I was cold, though wet and clammy with sweat- oh darn. Not again. I sat up, I had only been laying down and yet I was out of breath. I wasn't so sure what to do- but a voice in my head told me that if I didn't tell anyone I'd end up at hospital again. So I stood up, as soon as I'd gotten on my feet the room started spinning with my dizziness. I held on to the chair and closed my eyes until it had stopped. Then I walked out of the room and slowly made my way upstairs and towards Carlisle's office.
"Carlisle?" I opened the door. He sat by his desk, but was by my side in the blink of an eye after I'd barely opened the door. Just when he was by my side another attack of dizziness hit me and I stumbled. Carlisle caught me and then I felt his hand- ice cold and hard as stone against my forehead.
"Your fever's gone up." He scooped me up and in the blink of an eye I was laying on the bunk. I was afraid- Carlisle had told me when I was at my sickest. That I was pronounced dead when he came into the room and made up his mind that he wasn't going to let me die- was it going to happen again? I felt my chest tighten and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
Carlisle now took a machine from the side of the bunk and pulled an oxygen mask onto my face. Suddenly the door flew open and Emmett came rushing into the room, he looked confused from me- to Carlisle.
That's the last thing I knew before everything went black.
I don't know how long before it was until the next time I woke up. But when I did the first one I was saw was Emmett. He smiled when he saw I was awake, I turned my head to see Carlisle by the bed, he smiled too. I still had the oxygen mask so I pulled it down.
"Wha' 'appe'd" I made quite a failed attempt to ask what was going on. Carlisle smiled slightly more and reached out to pull the mask over my mouth again.
"Keep that on." He said quietly- and I could barely catch it. "Your fever rose. It may be because you still had an infection in your body. But the fever's gone down and it's nothing I can't handle. You will be fine." I rested my head back against the bunk again.
The next few days nothing much happened. Except the fact that I finished watching the second season of glee and continued with the third. And I was getting really tired of being home all day. Carlisle wanted me to stay home another couple of days after Monday, but I was stubborn, and after promising him multiple times to call him if I felt bad at all he let me go to school.
I walked through the hallways at Bangor high when Kiana, Cynthia, Kitty and Willow came walking from the other direction. I was alone- the others were either still at home or in other parts of the school. I was a bit late so the hallway was quite empty. No one would hear or see them throwing insults at me if that was what they would choose- and why would they just throw away an opportunity like this? Especially after I had been away from school for like three weeks.
"Ey Dylan." Kiana spoke up. "You back now?" I shrugged and tried to walk past them, but Cynthia was faster and pushed me backwards so hard I fell to the floor. "You shoulda stayed you know. We don't want you here- no one wants you here." I bit my jaws together and looked to the floor. I didn't want to lose it with Kiana- if I did I would be no better than her. "Not even your parents want you here. Though I'd have to admit- it was getting harder to do so.
"Ey Dylan." Kitty looked to me. "My mum's a doctor, I heard her speaking on the phone to that Cullen. I overheard a piece and they said that you almost died." I closed my eyes and tried to breathe slowly for a moment. "I wish you had. We don't want you here." I bit my lip. Just when a man's voice I recognized as Mr. Trey's was heard.
"Don't you have any lessons to go to?" He asked, the others immediately walked away and disappeared out of my sight. "So miss Dylan." Mr. Trey kneeled down next to me. "Are you back today?" I glared at him.
"No, I'm Rachel Berry and I look a lot like Jamie Dylan- and fool people so people will think she's back to school even though she's not." I said ironically. Mr. Trey chuckled and reached his hands towards me. "Here. Let me help you…"
"I'm fine." I fizzled, and then stood up by myself. "I don't need your help." With those words I turned around and walked away. Trying to hide the anger that was boiling up inside me by Kitty's words. I hated her- I hated the whole gang. No this whole school- No this whole town. This whole world. Maybe it would just have been better if Carlisle had just let me die.
"I HATE homework." I half shouted half fizzled when I came home from school and put my backpack with a bang on the kitchen counter. Filled up with homework of missed assignments I had missed while I was away from school. Carlisle just smiled slightly and greeted me.
"Hello you too." I sat down, leaned my head towards my hand and glared at him. He just shook his head and continued reading whatever it was at the moment. I pulled out the maths book from my backpack along with a pencil and everything else I needed to do the work and worked for no more than five minutes before I was stuck- I tried it for another fifteen minutes until I grabbed the book and started hitting it in the kitchen bench.
"I hate maths, I hate my school, I hate maths, I hate my teachers…" I continued on that path until I came to the last. "I HATE ADDY" I knew the others wouldn't be home for a while- and Carlisle already knew what Addy was so I had no fear about anybody hearing. Carlisle shook his head again and laid his book to the side.
"You think that Addy is what giving you problems in school?" I looked up to him as I'd laid my head on my arm- on the counter and shrugged.
"I dunno- what else would it be?" I mumbled, Carlisle laid a hand on my back and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I don't know. Have you… does your teachers know about it?" I glared at him again.
"No- why would they?"
"Maybe they could help you easier if they knew." I hated the fact that Carlisle just was so right. I sighed and hit my head in the counter.
"I don't want no special treatment because of Addy." I mumbled and then put up my books again- though I barely even had the time to start before Emmett came into the room- and he had heard me.
"What's Addy?" He asked. I glared at him. "Pops what is Addy?" Carlisle chuckled.
"No Emmett- if someone is going to tell you that it will have to be Jamie- it's hear decision who knows and who doesn't." Emmett swore under his breath, but that afternoon, he asked me every time he saw me what Addy was- as if he hoped I'd ever get tired of him asking and simply just answer him, or say it by mistake. Though I kept on telling him it wasn't on his business.
At last he had gotten both Alice and Reneesme to ask to- and when we all sat around the living room that evening and Jasper asked me I lost it and stood up.
"SO YOU ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT ADDY IS?" I shouted and looked around.
"Jamie… please calm down sweetie." Esme tried to calm me down. I realized what I was doing and sat down and took a couple of deep breaths before continuing.
"So… if this is how it's going to be I guess I'll just have to tell you then. It's not like any of you guys have any trouble keeping secrets." I was meaning the whole vampire- thing. "So okay."
"Jamie… you don't have to do this." Carlisle said. I bit my lip- no- I wasn't going to take it this far and then not give them what they wanted- and what they wanted- was to know what Addy was.
"Addy is actually a combination of two words… A and D stands for…."
Mohahahahahaha I know several of you have been longing to know what Addy is so, sorry I just had to end it there.
So well… I want to share some good news with you so if you don't like bragging- do not continue to read this author's note.
Guys, I'M GETTING PUBLISHED! A poem I have written is a part of a collection of poems for some charity- thing…. Wait for it… wait for it…. Three, two, one… YAYAYYAYAYYAYAYYAYYAYAYYAYYAYAYYAYYAYYAYAYYAYYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYYYAYAYYAY WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….. "jumps around the house of happiness."