Beating Death

Chapter five

Author’s note: Guys please check out my trailer I made it myself, and I’m really proud of it, thanks!  < Woo and also go check out the awesome story by the writer this is dedicated to it’s called “Saving Summer.” (: Sorry this is short, My life is just asdfjkl; well at least I got some writing in, I kind of just wrote when I was trying to calm down so it may sound a little weird since I kind of forgot where I was going with this chapter and then rewrote it a few times.

Song of the day: It Must Be the Music – The Ready Set

“She’s still in there,” Jamie said to my mom, he sat in the corner of the room, in his little chair, with a sketch pad in his lap.

“What are you talking about Jamie?” My mom asked him. Dad chuckled at his comment, dad had always liked Jamie, and he thought it was good for me to hang out with someone that wasn’t so serious.

“Zaida is still there, and I bet she can hear everything you’re saying,” he said, looking up from his sketch book he pushed his long black hair out of his eyes.  “She’s still alive in there I swear, it’s like I can feel her watching me, I know it sounds weird but I can’t give up on her, ya’ know.”

My mom had a smile on her face now, and dad sat right next to her holding her hand, she moved one string of blonde hair out of my face. 

“I know, Jamie, I don’t want to let her go either,” she took a deep breath, “The doctors say she still has a chance,” she looked at my father, “She could still wake up,” she said.

“She’s going to wake up,” Jamie corrected. He always made me laugh, he was so perfect, so optimistic no matter what, that was something I liked about him.

“I agree, Zaida wouldn’t give up that easy Lacy,” my dad said. He was great, and I wished he was here with me to help me with this. My dad was the only person I really trusted to help me with my music. He was trying to help I assumed. The way he helped get past sadness, was with humor most of the time. When I was little and I was crying, he would tell me to turn that frown upsidown, and then pick my put and hold me upsidown that was one of the memories of him I liked the most, from when I was a small child and he was still home a majority of the time.

Whenever a friend of his was sad he always tried to look at the bright side of things no matter what, and I didn’t know that there was a bright side in this situation other than the fact that I might wake up. I was going to wake up. Jamie was right, and I desperately wanted a way to let them know that.

“I can almost hear her playing to me sometimes,” said my mom as she cried, “The house would be so silent without her, I can’t go back there, I can’t…. I just miss the music too much. “ My mom cried, and I wanted to hug her and tell her it would be ok. It was my sixth day in this trap, six days here, as I watched and practiced,  and slept  and then did it all over again.

I yawned, it seemed like the sun had just come up a minute ago and it was already almost noon. All night I’d been practicing, all night I’d been perfecting, I knew the song already, but it was nowhere near my perfect standards, a few minutes ago I’d put my violin up just in time to flip on the television and hear this conversation.

They said it would be a miracle if I woke up just as smart as I was before, and that meant they expected me to be a vegetable, or something. I was scared for that, but I pushed the thought out of my head.

“One day we’ll be able to hear it again, one day it’ll be just like before I swear Lacey.” My dad was trying to help her, and I wasn’t sure it had worked.

“How can things ever be the same without Elliot?” She cried. “How can it be the same when I’m going to have a vegetable for a daughter and a dead son?”