The nightmare....

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I awoke to the violent sound of machines buzzing and beeping. I looked at my arm, entangled in wires. My head pulsating and my eyes weary. I made out a familiar figure from out behind the glass. It was my hero. He must've come back for me. Just then I noticed another familiar figure. it was chase. How did he know I was here? 

he was shouting at the sandy blonde boy and I was confused all of a sudden Chase's arm went for the boy's face full throttle. He wanted to attack him? why?

"Chase" I shouted. And my chest felt heavy. I couldn't breathe. The crushing impact on my lungs was intolerable, I couldn't bare it. The machine began to shriek and Chase ran in at super speed. Leaving to boy to consult his head injury. I caused this I knew I did. An unrecognisable woman ran in dressed in overalls, and a light blue lanyard wrapped around her neck. She pushed chase away and meddled with the buttons on the machine, until the world felt bearable again. 

A few nerve wracking minutes later she left and I let out a large exhale and Chase scooped up my hand warming it instantly with his touch. 

"I'm so sorry I left you it's all my ."

"no" I exclaimed reassuring him."What were you doing to that poor boy anyway?"

He spluttered "poor boy?".

" if it wasn't for him I could be anywhere right now"

"But you are anywhere Lula! You're in hospital for God's sake". I could feel his exasperation in his tone. 

"I'm sorry" I said.

"No I'm sorry I'm just tense, he's ....... my brother". I gasped. That explains everything. "His name is Ethan. He was the one that saved you... and the one that let you off that bike. "I will never forgive him for that".

We talked for hours and he finally left. He kissed my forehead and fared me well and left. The night was quiet, the only comfort were the machines beeping and clanging by my vivid thoughts quietened them. 

It was about 2 in the morning and I heard a loud bang on the glass window. How? I was on the 8th floor? I opened the yellowing blind. It was Rosie. The real Rosie...


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