Awake (Dream Come True Book 2)

Chapter 1- Haze

THIS. IS. A. SEQUEL. DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FIRST BOOK!!

The hazy feeling in my head took a week to go away. The monotony of the hospital life didn't help. The most exciting thing I did was try to walk normally, which, spoiler alert, didn't go as well as I thought it would. They let me go home once I was cleared of any medical exams they had to do, and was functioning like normal- which took about 3 weeks.

The first thing I noticed was I couldn't talk or walk normally. Second thing was that I couldn't eat normal food. I mean I hadn't eaten or drank anything in 4 months, so obviously it was hell trying to readjust to food. I would do physical therapy in the mornings, and doctors would come in later in the day to help with other stuff. I wrote down questions I had. They said the hazy feeling I was having was normal. They also said that the dreams I had while in my coma were pretty common as well, so I brushed it off.

It only took my a few days to remember what had happened in the first place. I wasn't surprised. It was my dad again, and he'd gotten a little too angry. The story my mom had been told, however, was different. Apparently I'd 'been pushed down the stairs'.

Once I'd appeased the nurses, I was free to go.

"Are you sure you're feeling fine?" My mom worried from the drivers seat of her Honda Civic (basic ass car). I nodded silently, dreading going home, but relieved to be out of the hospital.

As we pulled into the driveway, I saw my dad's car there too. I felt a pit of fear in my stomach.

"Your dad will be staying home today, since I have to go to work. I wish could stay home with you too, sweetheart, but, you know, work is necessary," she smiled sadly.

I shoved down any previous expression I was showing and gave her a reassuring smile. I pitied my mother. She'd faced a little too much these last few months, I could tell just by the stress wrinkles on her skin.

I silently exited the car and walked up to the house. I looked at it for a second; it seemed unfamiliar, kind of eerie. I opened the door to the dim house and stepped in. I was instantly met with feelings of dread. I tried to sneak up the stairs, but I was unsuccessful, proven by a man clearing his throat behind me.

"Where the hell are you going? There's a talk we need to have," he was dead in the face, but I could sense he was fuming, for some unknown reason. Not like he usually needed a reason to be angry. Please don't make me go under the stairs. I turned around to face my dad, somewhat accepting my fate. Before I could react, he roughly yanked me down to him by my forearm.

"No, please, I'm sorry! Let me go!" I frantically tried to escape his iron grip, only making him hold on tighter, my skin burning from the pressure. When he'd dragged me to the room, he threw me in, causing me to lose balance, but I caught myself. I flipped around right as my dad followed me in. He started yelling.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to explain the bruises to your doctor? And how expensive the bill was? You've put so much stress on your mother and I...," I tuned him out, staring at a spot on the wall behind him, zoning out. Eventually he caught on and stopped his rambling. I didn't even try to avoid his slap. I continued staring at the spot on the wall.

He kept hitting me; slapping and punching me until I was crying.

"Stop crying you little freak, you gay fucking whore. Just shut up and take it like a man," I crumpled to the floor and he took that as a sign to use his feet. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop his kicks from hurting, but it was to no avail. He was blinded by rage. I went limp after a bit, not being able to stop myself. It took him a while until he took notice and stomped out, leaving my crying body alone in the room.

I sat there a while, sobbing quietly, silently wishing I were back in my coma, in my dream world. I could just kill myself. But what comes after, what if it's worse?

I ignored that idea and peeled myself off the floor, sobbing anytime I touched a bruise. I held onto the wall and for up slowly, resisting the urge to lay back down and let the darkness take me. Eventually, I was upright.

I limped my way out of the room, careful to listen for my dad. After a minute of silence I continued.

The only sound to be heard was the shuffling of my feet along the dusty wooden floor and sniffling. I don't remember how I did it but I made it up the stairs and to my room. The tears stopped, being replaced by a familiar numbness, and a pit in my stomach. I made my way over to my bed and carefully sat down, wary of the numerous bruises I had.

I sighed and covered myself up in the cold sheets and turned away from the door. Even though the haze was gone, I still felt a part of my memory was gone. Like there was something missing, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Thinking about it made my brain hurt, so I decided to change subjects.

I have school tomorrow... I should go. I mean I won't understand anything since I haven't been there in a while, but it's better than staying home by myself, or worse, with dad. After making up my mind to go to school I put my head under the covers and tried my best to fall asleep.

A/N- Hi! Sorry this is a little bit later than what I said. I was planning on taking a break, but all of your comments made me so excited to continue this story. Brace yourselves I have quite the story planned for you guys hope you love it❤️❤️