Waiting for Amber Skyy

Chapter 40

TW: Gore (blood)

I came to a shaky landing on the roof of the house, blood trickling down my leg and Speck still clinging to me. The roof wasn't completely flat, and I couldn't hold onto anything as we tumbled down it and onto the balcony of my room. I made sure to land on my back and risk my wings to avoid Speck getting injured. Once still, I released my grip on her and relaxed my arms, which were numb from loss of blood. My legs were also shaky, and my lips felt chapped as I closed my eyes, trying to dismiss the pain.

"Don't fall asleep," I heard just as I felt hands pressing against me. I cried out from the sudden wave of pain as Speck pushed against the wound, trying to keep me from bleeding out. I opened my eyes and looked at her blurry figure, arms straight and using her weight against the rushing blood. "Stay awake Amber," her voice shaky as she moved to one hand and the other taking off her shoes. She took her knee-high socks and put them against the gash, the white cloth turning red. She then ripped off her tie and wrapped it around my waist to keep it all together. I winced as she shoved it under me to make sure it stayed before running into the house screaming for Mom. My eyes fluttered as I stared up at the sky. My breaths were short, my body heaving from the agony, that tingling feeling crawling slowly around my skin, leaving nothing to feel.

It felt like forever until Mom came thundering in, gasping and rushing back to call 911 but Speck stopped her. My head turned to watch as Speck yelled at Mom, saying what happened in muffled speech and telling her that they'll find us if she called. Mom started crying, wondering what to do while Speck demanded for a medical kit. I didn't hear Mom say where but Speck took off running, leaving Mom to collapse to her knees and crying into them. Her figure was beginning to become a blob and I tried to reach out to her with my fingers extended, but those also were going numb. I didn't feel my hand fall against the wood, nor did I really feel the pain any more. It was fading. The numbness was crawling towards my neck now, and the only feeling I had left was going away. I didn't hear Speck storming towards me, and I didn't hear her say it was going to hurt, and I didn't feel the instruments she had in her hands working on me. I was already gone.

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I peeled my eyes open to see the same ceiling I always woke up to. Blinking, I rubbed my eyes and looked again. No, that's my ceiling all right. I let out a shaky breath. That was some crazy dream. The thought of Erasers causing a huge car accident to just get Speck and me? Insane. I really had to talk to my subconscious about better dream ideas. I rarely had the ones where I was stuck in a fairytale land made of sweets. Hopefully today would help induce better dreams. I gently smiled. First day of school. Speck was ecstatic when Dad told us, and really wanted to get a nice skirt and everything. Hopefully it didn't get wrinkled the way she had it hanging on her dresser, otherwise she'll have a fit. She might even be awake now.

I rolled over to sit up but gasped, pain shooting through me like a wave breaking against rocks. I fell back against the bed and moaned, trying to adjust my position though it didn't help the aching. My door creaked open and I scanned over to see Speck peering in. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts, a black t-shirt with green "Don't Mess With Me" letters on the front. Her face though, was covered in small scars like the rest of her skin. My brows narrowed as she stepped in with mom and dad in tow. Both were struggling to keep back tears, making it quite obvious something happened. I turned my body the best I could to sit up but the pain reminded me I couldn't.

"Don't move," Speck shushed me, putting her hands against my shoulders.

"What-" I winced and glanced down at myself. I wasn't in my pajamas, and neither was I really in bed either. I was on top of several towels and blankets which were pink or red in certain spots. I wore my school clothes that were tattered and spotted in blood, my pants ripped to shreds and wearing only one sock. The other foot was wrapped up in bandages, but it wasn't as heavy as the ones around my waist. They were thick and tight, restricting my movements. A pale pink was forming on top of them, now turning red.