All is Fair in Love and War

18. Wren

"I'm holding on to dear life, won't back down, won't open my eyes" -Sia

Loneliness is something no one should ever experience. Its a foul feeling that makes its person feel worthless. Unwanted.

I have never experienced loneliness. I was fortunate enough to never experience it as I had my brothers. They are all the family I know. Even though I was blessed with both a father and a mother, I don't consider them my family. Heck, even Dave is more family to me than them.

Though, what about those less fortunate people? Those people who don't have siblings to watch out for them and care about them? I pity those.

I pity them so much to the point where it makes me wanna cry.

...

I slowly open my eyes as my consciousness returns to me. I open my eyes to bright light and a white tiled ceiling. It's so bright, to the point where my eyes automatically shut down again. It's so warm in here, and my body is so tired. I don't know what I did last night but feels like the morning after a night out with the girls.

It feels amazing in the moment but the aftermath is just terrible. Disgusting even.

I turn to my side, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep. Suddenly, someone is shaking me non stop, my tired body numb in their hands. I hear voices in the background but I'm just too tired to open my eyes and see who it is.

"Just five more minutes...." I mutter weakly. I feel my body sweat and start to heat up. This comforter is just... too big and comfy.. and hot. My arms are sweating.

"Arms are sweating? Girl what are you on, wake the fuck up Wren!" A voice shouts while trying to remove the comforter of me.

"But it's winter break! Leave me alone" I shout to whoever was waking me up. I knew it was one of my siblings but I was too tired to see which one. My arms give up on me, and I slowly watch as our wounded soldier, the comforter, fall into the flaming magma beneath me, the floor.

I lay lifeless on the uncomfortable bed as I refuse to get up, my body still tired from the forgotten night before.

"That's it! Do what you want, I'm gonna go piss!" Whichever brother that was throws his both his arms in defeat as I hear him slam the door behind him.

Being awoken from my peaceful slumber, I turn to the side. That's when I realize that I'm not in the comfort of my house, but rather a place we all despised as children. (And grownups not gonna lie)

A hospital.

I recognize those plastic chairs and pungent chlore smell of a hospital.

Now the biggest question of all time, what the fuck am I doing here?

I stay in bed, feeling stupid as William in biology class considering that I was in a hospital all this time while thinking I was lying in my house. Like how stupid was that?

The moment I rub my eyes, trying to clear my vision a bit more, I notice how a stinging-like feeling hits my arms every time they come in contact with my eyes.

I felt it more in one arm rather than the other; though, I'm not sure whether it was the left or right one. It was only then that I noticed the big mass of bandages wrapped around my left arm, a dark blue loose arm sling hugging it.

My left arm was broken and I didn't even know. How delightful. I lay back on bed with a sigh. After a few moments, I sit straight up in bed, cold sweat covering my whole body as previous events start replaying in my head. Images of car lights flashed before me as sounds got overwhelming. My ears felt like they were ringing and suddenly it hits me how I even got in that position 24 hours ago.