A Whisper

Chapter 2

"Serenity, it's over. Blink, please try." A soft voice said to me. I did blink, and after a minute or so, I could see. Surprisingly, I woke up in my living room; I usually stay in my bedroom. I was laying on the floor right next to the couch; I must have fallen off during my attack. I was weak, and I stayed on my side curled up in a ball. I called out for my mother. She held my hand, and lifted me back on the couch. I wonder how long that attack lasted. The time of them ranged from about ten minutes to three hours. He always gets me through it though. Ann injected me with the Hemin, the drug that helps to deal with the pain from the attack, and I started breathing again. Ann was my doctor, and now that my attacks were so frequent, she lives next door to me. "Serenity, count to 10." Ann called out. So I did, I counted with deep breathes. The attack was over; I could relax now. The attack left my body weak.

            I lay there on the couch limp, as Ann takes blood and checks my heart rate. Ann was the doctor who diagnosed me when all of the other doctors made their wild guesses. Ann understood though; her mother also had this disease. I look up at my ceiling, and notice there is little to no sunlight in the room. This meant I could go outside. Ann told me that the sun was harmful to me, and would trigger attacks. So I'd often sit on the rocking chair on my front porch, and look at the stars. His eyes were like the stars. When looking up at the night sky I would catch a glimpse of the man who constantly keeps me breathing. I got up after I felt strong enough, and sat on the porch. No one would bother me while I was outside; I never had an attack while I was out there. The universe seemed so big and under the stars I felt as if he was right beside me. My life was the darkness in the sky, and my attacks were numbered like the stars. There are so many stars and they seem so bright; just like him in my life. He wasn't real, at least that's what everyone told me. It amazes me that someone so unreal could keep my heart beating. He felt distant, now that the pain was lessened, as distant as the stars. I felt weak and tired again. I walked up to my room and fell asleep with him still on my mind.