Getting to Nirvana {editing}

Chapter 18

"Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun."
― Alan W. Watts

(A/N) Yep. I lied. I said I wouldn't update for a while but I just couldn't stop myself. Literally I think this story is possessing me and forcing me to write. Yeah. We have a love hate relationship. Anyways enjoy the chapter. Lol when I went to write the word anyways it auto corrected to "zayn ways" What the heck is "zayn ways?"

Chapter 18

Nirvana

"Achoo!"I sneeze and wipe my snot ridden hand on my covers. Daniel wrinkles his nose in disgust at my action.

"Don't look at me like that you're the one that got me sick!" I yell as best as I can in my scratchy nasally voice. When I woke up this morning with a stuffy nose, and a bad headache I knew I was sick. I attribute this to Daniel dragging me along with him to roller skate in the rain. What was I thinking? I wasn't.

Daniel doesn't say anything just nonchalantly lays his head back down on his bed and flips the tv channels with the remote. He's been ignoring me since last night for some strange reason. He didn't even apologize for making me sick.

I gaze longingly outside through the balcony glass doors wishing I could take a walk outside and feel the nice crisp air envelop me into a cool embrace and admire the orange and brown leaves falling from the trees. I just love fall, it really is my favorite season. It's not sweltering hot like summer where you can literally feel yourself melting and it's not blistering cold like the unrelenting force of blazing winter winds on an especially freezing day. It's just...right.

"I'm going out." Daniel declares decidedly as he hops out of bed.

"You don't have to report to me every time you go out. I'm not your wife or your mother." I mutter bitterly, jealous that he gets to go outside and leave me stranded here.

"Whatever." He responds neutrally as he goes into the bathroom. He comes out five minutes later and grabs his coat and swiftly shrugs it on.

"Hey could you bring me so cough medicine or-"

The door swiftly closes shut. My words dying on my lips. Oh well guess I won't be getting that cough medicine. I lay back down and pick up my phone to put on music. I click on random play and relax. Someday by The Strokes plays through my small phone speakers, bringing me back to the past.

When I was 14 my cousin got pregnant. My family was wary of the baby because it was produced out of wedlock, but those disapproving thoughts quickly dashed away when she was born. She was a beautiful healthy baby from the start even covered in blood fresh from her mother's womb. And there was just something about her that made her stand out from all the other babies. Her name was Sydney.

Sydney was just so pretty and so cute with the little wisps of curly brown hair that danced on her small head. She had a twinkle in her eye and a cute baby laugh so precious you couldn't help but instantly feel happier and lighter every time you heard it. She would go from hand to hand to every cousin, aunt, uncle and grandparent. Everyone wanted to hold her and everyone wanted a turn to tickle her tummy and hear her beautiful laugh.

She was with us for 6 months and then she was gone, ripped away from us in the night. It was midnight when we got the call. Earlier that same day her mother had given Sydney to her father perfectly safe and healthy. Then later on in the night he called her, telling her Sydney wasn't breathing. We learned that she was taken by helicopter to a children's hospital in Houston.

She had bruises all over her body and head, the doctor had told us sufficient with someone beating her with brute force. He said they would try everything to save her. Her father naturally didn't show up to the hospital. Matter of fact we haven't heard from him since, and the police can't find him either, everybody knows that he did it. But why? His own flesh and blood? How could he batter and beat a baby that shared the same face as him. How could you look into the face of any child and murder them in cold blood?