Why Can't It Be Me?

Chapter 7: Everything & Nothing

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"Bells, listen! It's our favourite song!" My Mom looked back at me grinning from the passenger seat of the car as she turned the dial of the radio, the music becoming louder in the small confined space. I could feel the vibration of the beat beneath my fingertips.

My Mom and I started shouting the lyrics, the wind blew through our hair from the four opened car windows.

My Dad's blue eyes watched me through the rear view mirror and he laughed as we lost ourselves in the song.
"You girls are crazy."

I watched as my father's eyes met with my mother's across from him. Leaving one hand on the steering wheel, he reached his other hand out, offering it to her.

She took it, smiling from ear to ear as he wrapped his fingers around hers, then he raised their intertwined hands to his lips. He placed a tender kiss to the back of her hand.

"Charlie watch out!"

My body went numb and it felt like there was no gravity around me, everything whirling. All I heard was the screaming of my parents and the screeching of metal being crushed together.

Then everything was silent.
"Mom? Dad?"

•••

"Bella! Bella, wake up!" I jolted forward. How long had I been out?

Damon's wide green eyes were the first thing I saw when I opened mine. He was standing over me and his hands had a firm grip on both of my shoulders; he had been shaking me. I tried to ignore the fiery heat that radiated so sharply from his finger tips and wrapped tightly around my bones like barbed wire.

The entirety of my body was coated with a sheen of sweat and I was shaking. My throat stung, both sides of it rubbing together like sand paper when I swallowed. My lips felt dry as they trembled.

"Are you okay, Bells? You were crying and shouting in your sleep..." Damon's voice was a soft whisper, something I wasn't used to. His rough, calloused hands came up to cup my cheeks and with his thumbs, he wiped away the tears that I hadn't noticed were falling from my tired eyes.

My skin was so hypersensitive from his touch and I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my head starting to pound instantly. The room spun, my vision began to blur.

"Fuck Bella, take it easy. Please lay back down, you've been passed out drunk for the past hour and a half." His tone was harsher now and his words shocked me. I had only been out for an hour and a half? It felt like a decade..

Leaning back, I propped myself up against the wooden headboard of my bed and two plush pillows. Damon sat down on the bed next to me, staring and I could tell he wanted answers.

I glanced at the night stand beside my bed, seeing a tall glass of water. Reaching over, I grabbed the cold glass and took small sips of the beverage. Damon watched my every move, his knee bouncing impatiently waiting for me to spill the beans.

"If we're going to have a conversation about what happened, I'm going to need some more alcohol." My voice was raspy and I still felt a buzz in my veins from the alcohol I had consumed only a few hours earlier.