Unexpected

Chapter Seventeen

"Ms. Green. Ms. Green can you hear me? We need to run some tests and then you can rest some more is that alright with you?" I nodded in response.
It's been a week since that man attacked me and killed my baby. It's been a week since Calum saved me. It's been a week since Michael and I broke up. It's been a week since he and I have spoken, well a week since I have spoken.

"Avery. Are you hungry? You haven't eaten much today." Luke said to me sitting at the end of the hospital bed.
I didn't acknowledge I heard him. I just stared outside my window. Laying on my side. I haven't moved much today either. My side was numb. I was numb.
"Avery. You have to eat. You have to move." Calum said grabbing my hand. "Can you at least talk or something?" He said looking in my eyes searching for a sign of life.

I couldn't open up. I felt buried inside myself. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I can't stop thinking about what my life should be right now.
I should be 2 1/2 months pregnant almost to my second trimester. My baby's bones should've started to grow. Not growing in a way that would eventually crush my baby's organs. My baby should've been safely growing inside of me and me at home eating pickles and peanut butter and cuddling with Michael not fighting and breaking up but reading baby books and buying baby things because we were supposed to have a punk rock baby and that's not happening so I can't come out of this 'awake coma' the doctors call this state I am in.

I look into Calum's eyes and see them light up with hope and for a second I felt human again. But that feeling quickly faded and I shut down again. I pulled my hand back and stared outside again.

*two days later*

"Avery. Come on. You have to get up. Walk around. Eat something. Do something." Karen said. She has been visiting me everyday now. Didn't she know Michael and I were broken up? Aren't the parents supposed to always be on their child's side? I didn't care enough of have the energy to ask. I just ignored everything.

The next thing I knew I heard a familiar voice in the hallway. My eyes went wide and I sat up. No. No. No. Please no.

"Where is she! I want to see her!" I heard the voice scream in the hallways followed by a crash.

"You can't go in there!" A nurse yelled.

"The hell I can't!"

Karen shot up opening the door and closing it again. I was alone in my room for once. I didn't want to face the voice in the hallway knowing it would eventually find me. I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I saw a bag in the corner and grabbed it. It had a couple of my clothing items in it. I grabbed some black jeans and a t shirt and put them on. I threw my hair in a pony tail. I grabbed a random jacket on the couch and opened the door slowly. I walked out and away from the yelling from the other side of the hallway.

"I want to see her!" Is the last thing I heard before getting on the elevator and out of the hospital.

I overheard the doctors telling Karen and the boys nothing was wrong with me physically but I wasn't stable enough mentally to go home.

I walked across the street and put my hands in the jacket pockets. I pulled out a wallet and sole sunglasses. Great money and a better disguise.

I kept walking down the street, watching the people. Their lives looked so natural and like nothing went wrong. Until I noticed the people's expressions. Walking down a street they looked fine, like there was no chaos in their life, but behind their eyes you can see hurt and frustration and sadness. Every single one of the people walking down that street had something chaotic going on in their life that made their emotions run wild.

Every one has something trying to screw up their life. You may not notice it or care enough to notice just walking down the street and glancing at the people but if you actually look at them. They are in so much pain it's hard to watch.