A Piece of Me.

Messed up.

I woke up feeling like someone just cut my head into half. Opening my eyes, I saw a white ceiling with fluorescent lights hanging down. "That's weird, " I thought idly. "I don't have fluorescent lights in my room."

"You're awake."

Immedietely, I sat up and felt a wave of nausea run through me. I realised the guy talking to me was not someone that I know. Holding up my arm, I was about to bitch slap him when I remembered what happened last night.

"You, you are the guy who accompanied me to the hospital."

"Yes, you remember now?" He said, smiling at me. "Then I suppose you won't hit me anymore." 

Giving me a toothy grin, he poured some water by my bed and handed it to me. "Here, drink some water. It'll make your headache go away."

I looked at the glass of water suspiciously. Who knows what he put in there to drug me? 

"Don't worry, I didn't put anything in there," he laughed, voicing my thoughts. "Even if I did, I can't do anything to you in a room full of people now can I?"

He's right, there are other patients around me with their families and friends chatting around them. So I took the water and downed the whole thing in less than a second. God, I'm thristy. 

"How long have I been sleeping? And who are you?"

"You've been sleeping for 'bout 24 hours."

"24 hours?" I exclaimed, causing my headche to worsen.

"Yes, and I'm Gayle by the way. You should really stop stressing yourself out, you got seriously hurt and the doc said that you might have a concussion. Just chill and wait for your mom okay? She just went back to your house to get you some clothes and food."

My stomach growled at the word food. "Thanks," I mumbled to him.

"You're welcome" he smiled his crinkly eyed smile. "You should sleep a little. Rest your head a bit. Makes you feel better."

"Uhh, sure." I laid down and closed my eyes. Gayle took out a book and began reading. I peeped at him from the corner of my eye to see his face. He has a stolid build, like he has been working out or doing some heavylifting work. His eyes were brown and look a bit like Boo's eyes. No, I'm not implying that the guy's a dog or anything. He just looked all cute and puppylike when he was talking to me just now. He wore a simple shirt that fitted him perfectly and some worn out jeans. With the book, he looked like an easygoing guy with a heart of gold. When he smiles, I noticed dimples on his right cheek. Only his right. Odd.

Speaking about dimples, I suddenly remembered the bracelet that nerdhead gave to me. Yes, I've christened him nerdhead because he looks like a cute nerd. I felt for it and realised that the bracelet is still around my wrist. Well, bandage to be exact. It seems I have hurt my left arm. Wonder what happened to my car?

In a few mintues, I drifted off to sleep and had a dream about nerdhead and Gayle. They were sitting down at a table beside the pool. Both seemed to be arguing about something. Suddenly, they stood up. The table dissapeared and they were fighting. Gayle was holding a sword while nerdhead held bow and arrows. the dream ended with a lot of light and confusion. 

When I woke up, the dream was forgotten.

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The first thing I did at the morning where I was allowed to finally go to school is to rush out of bed, take a shower and did my hair up in a ponytail. Walking in to my walk-in closet (yes, I have a walk-in closet because my house is ridiculously big in account of my doctor stepfather), I rushed into a tank top and jeans, throwing a cool motorcycle jacket on top in case Hecks decided to suddenly perform a clothes' inspection. I put on my nerd glasses and literally ran out of my room and into the kitchen to grab a glass of chocolate milk. It's fattening, but I love it so I don't care.

I waited impatiently as my mum urged my little sister, Corrina to eat her cereal. Corrinais the product of jerkhead and mom's love. I enjoy playing wth her every morning, she's a real sport. A daredevil, just like her ol' sister. But I was too jumpy. I want to get to school and out of this house before...

"Morning."

Oh great. Kyle's going to school with us. I've been trying to avoid him since the day I got back from the hospital. He visited me once in my room. I think he wanted to check if I was okay. But I pretended to be sleeping and he went away eventually wth a dissapointed look on his face. Haha, tough luck buddy. That was only a fraction of what I felt three years back when he left me to fend for myself alone with my sick mother.

I decided to just swallow my dissapointment and sadness deep into the core of my heart. All I want to do now is to hurt him and much as I can. To let him feel the horrors that I went through. This time, I am very persistant. 

Mom finally finished coaxing Corrine to finish her food. She drove me and Kyle to school. I pushed my way to the front and started talking to mom like we were best friends. Mom tried to bring Kyle into the conversation but I cut him off before he could say a word. We reached school with 15 mintues to spare. I kissed mom goodbye and started to walk towards the school entrance when Kyle stopped me.

"Cassie, do you think we could talk for a moment?"

I smirked at him and said, "Yes, my dear brother? Are you gonna tell me about your perfect life after you left?"

"Cassie, I didn't do it on purpose. I loved her."

"Yeah, sure you did. Look at how much she loved you!" I smiled sweetly. Before he could continue, I added, "Oh, and remember to work extra hard to pay for her plastic surgery because she looks like a Barbie with fake boobs and a tan."

"Cassie, you would never have said that three years ago. You were that sweet and harmless, wouldn't hurt a fly."

"The key words are 'three years ago' brother. What now is the most important."

"You've changed, Cassie."

"Yeah, I've hardened my heart and learned how to stand up for myself. It's loads better than trying to depend on people. Unlike you, who softened after crossing the path of love. I would never open my heart to any other person." 

Kyle looked so sad and broken. I wanted to go up and give him a hug but my heart hardened and closed around with my usual shields. I walked away. Not turning back to even spare him a glance.

"Not anymore," I thought. "No love given, no heart broken."

Yeah, this chapter is kinda long and boring. But it might get better soon because, well... Read and see . :DD

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