Falling for A Poltergeist (5SOS)

Chapter 5

Alice

      
I took it the hardest. I know I was not always the babbliest girl in school, but my deafening silence worried the teachers, my very few friends and, of course, mother.

"Alice?" She calls out in the wide room.

I'm in awe and always have wondered how she knew that I'm in the same room as she is.

But I pushed that aside. I should be sad. I should feel down not curious. What is wrong with me? Did Ashton pass his mental disease upon my not forewarned self?

"How did you know I was here?"

Surely, she didn't hear me come in. I am as stealth as a cat. Sometimes I do it on purpose. Because I have this thought that my mother is just fooling around. That she actually can see.

What with her ability to go up and down the stairs alone without falling? Not that I want her to. I'm just curious.

"I can hear you" was her reply.

Well, that just gives me the creeps. But daddy explained that when someone becomes blind, each of the only working senses left amplifies its ability to make up for the lost one.

"I know something's bothering you."

Has her perception amplified as well? I'll never know.

My mother is the gentlest creature God had ever created. Just by her touch, I am already pouring my poor heart out. She was made to comfort everyone who comes across her path.

"He still hasn't woken up since Friday, Mom. Why won't he wake up? Why?"

My mother strokes my hair and I don't want her to stop what she's doing. For if she does, I may end up running out to the streets and proclaim my love to none other Calum Hood.

But I know he won't hear my heart's desperate calls for him, even if I use a megaphone.

        
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The advice I received from the gentlest creature that I met who is my mother was, "Just tell him what you want him to know. He's listening."

Should I do as she told me? I mean, when I'm asleep, I don't know what is happening in my surroundings. What more if I was in a coma?

Turns out what Michael wants to tell me yesterday was that Luke and Calum gotten theirselves in an accident the same night we went to Scarlet's sick party. Hence, his black hair.

I don't know if I should be glad that I merely just escaped death. A bigger part of me wishes that I should be there with him when it happened. I should be there, holding his hand right before the car collides with another car.

I cried myself to sleep bearing that knowledge.

My only girl friend, Trish, was bombarding my phone but I know that she only wants the latest scoop and that's just extremely rude of her. She knows how dear and touchy the topic is.

Today, I skip school. I am too fed up with sadness to attend another day of having my bum sit on vandalized chairs, knowing that I won't be seeing him.

The next day, I thought my suffering will come to an end.

"Hey sweetie." My father kisses my forehead. "Can we talk?"

Can't you see I'm busy wishing a painful death?

But daddy looked serious.

"What is it, Dad?" I croak. Ugh! Could my voice be any raspier?

"Luke's awake."

I've been dreaming of hearing those two words for ages. I feel like it has been years since I last saw my love, lively and kicking.

My happiness soon plummets down the gutter as soon as I realise what my father had just told me.

Did my ears deceive me?

"Luke is awake?" I thought he said Calum?

"That's what I said."

I don't wanna know. My father's eyes are communicating with mine and I don't want to take in what they are trying to tell me.

Dear blood pumping organ, please stop beating erratically.

"Wha-What about Calum? He's okay, right?" He should be.

    
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As I approach a tiny group of people huddled near the emergency room, the gears in my head starts rolling.

What should I expect? I have never been in a hospital except for when I was born. And its long white-tiled, light-painted corridors is not enough to brighten the mood clouding my whole being.

I am in a place where almost all lives started, given a second chance, and also almost all lives ended.

Amongst the group is Luke. He was the first to see me walking towards their way.

He was seated on a wheelchair, a hose of dextrose stuck on his right hand; looking paler than usual. And there was a cut on his lower lip, and a bandage on his forehead. But all in all, he is not inside that room, unconscious.

I want to tell him I'm glad that he's fine. I really am.

He looks away and that triggered it.

The guilt.

It spreads across my chest like blood as if someone has just stabbed me with a gunky-edged knife.

I want it to stop. I want to stop myself from feeling guilty. But how?

It was my fault why this happened to them. I bet they wouldn't have been in an accident if I hadn't been a brat and ask Calum to take me home when he's obviously halfway out of his sobriety.

Why is my vision becoming bleary?

I feel hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

I didn't notice I was crying.

"Take a seat." A warm arm ushers me to a chair screwn to the wall. "He'll be fine. He's stronger than this."

It was Michael Clifford.

Is he saying this to stop me from sobbing? Or is he convincing himself to prevent from crying?

The next feeling was numbness. I was staring on the wall and on the ceiling, not really thinking of anything important. My thoughts are jumbled up.

Without meaning to, I cast my gaze at Luke.

He too was staring at the open. Lost like me. Somehow, I want to hug him. Comfort him. But I know he wouldn't want me to.

Most specially that my presence is probably never gonna be as comforting as my mother's.

  
i dunno but i hope you guys give this story a shot tho. :)

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