My Bones Hold My Story

Chp 3. Dreams? more like nightmares.

 Ok first of all so sincerley sorry for not upploading sooner, honestly i have been suffering from severe writers block so if this sucks then thats just how its gonna be. Anywhosey this chapter is going to be in 2 parts.  First part in Hazels POV. The second will be Hazels fathers. sorry again for not uploading sooner i hope that this will hold you guys off untill i can find some more inspiration.  

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8:30am

     Hazels POV:

     Slowly awakening now instead of being in the brightly lit hospital I find myself positioned lazily on our bright floral couch. Confusion. What happened? how long had I been asleep? All these questions running through my head are making my get a tad bit dissy. That and the already unbearable headache make me want to just lay back down and go to sleep. But I can't, I rather deal with reality and the pounding in my head then face the horrors that await me in my dreams.

 As soon as my body begins to lurch forward I'm met by a gentle hand slowly guiding my back down onto the cushions.

 "you need your rest" my mother states softly placing a wet towel on my head.

" I am fine let me up!" I proclaim, sitting up faster this time with more force. "ow." I I can't help but whimper as the pounding in my head gets worse. My mother eyes meet mine and i can see the "i told you so" dancing through them. I give a small Huff and lay back down resting my head on the soft cushions letting my body sink in.

"at least tell me how long Ive been out" I cant help but let the bitterness ooze through my words. I hate feeling weak, this sucks.

" well you woke up about an hour ago for a couple seconds then passed out again but in total you've probably been out for 2 hours."

Great, just great. Though school probably just started the look on mothers face showed that I was in no shape to go. Now everyone is gonna think I moved or something, aren't they gonna be disappointed when I show up tomorrow. I think my mother saw the grim look in my face because she hurriedly walked out of the room coming back with my favorite candy in the world. Licorice.

" I was saving this for when you got back from school but considering the circumstances I think its appropriate to eat now"

She gives a quick smile and hands my the bag of Delicious treats. My face lights up immediately and I can feel a smile forming from ear to ear. I waste no time tearing into the bag and bringing one of the bright red strings to my mouth savoring the taste. Candy is an unusual treat for us, only on special occasions  do I get to enjoy its wonderful taste.

 "Now get some rest you'll feel better after you do"  with that she walks out of the living room and into her bedroom. Closing the door and after a few seconds I hear the distinct sound of a lock. 

I have no intentions of even closing my eyes for a minute. Slowly but surely I lean forward supporting my body with my hand pushing up against the coffee table next to me. I can feel the pounding in my head getting stronger so I stop waiting a few seconds then pushing just a little farther so that i'm sitting up right. Taking a few seconds then sliding my feet silently onto the floor. 

 Standing brings a whole new sensation through my body making me almost lose my balance. I can barley even breathe let alone walk but yet I force one foot in front of the other taking small steps. Just a couple more steps, almost there. The words repeat in my head like a song guiding my to the stairs. I need to get to my room, I want to block out the world. 

 Getting to the railing takes forever but I make it and that's the only thing that matters. Now for the hard part, the stairs. Usually the stairs hold no problem with me there arn't many but with the pain shooting up and down my body with every step I take i'm not to sure I'm even going to make half of them.  Clenching onto the railing with all my strength I will myself to lift my foot and put it down then repeating with the other. My jaw tightens when I feel the tingles race through my body. only ten more you can do this. The thought brings little comfort but it was something.

 Up the stairs I continue pausing at every step repeating my "motivational speech" as I like to call it. 7 more. 3 more. 1. Finally after 15 grueling minutes I manage to reach the top. At a faster pace I race to my room ignoring the aches of my body because once I was inside I would be safe. I could be alone.

 My room welcomed me with the sent of Cinnamon . I slowly slide into my bed pulling the blankets over my head taking long deep breathes relaxing. To my surprise I am met with the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. Laying down I close my eyes and face the darkness.

Ok again thanks for being so patient! I will try and upload as fast as I can. I love you guys:) vote,comment, do whateva haha byyyeee<3