Where do we go?

4

Emmas's p.o.v

It's funny how I don't remember much of my attack.  I never really have, 'ive only remembered the afterward.  

I remember how the paramedics hands were clammy though.

And how the pillow on the stretcher was flat.

But the thing i remember the most was four days later, when i woke up from that coma.

I remember seeing the mint green ceiling, and the smell of raspberry jello.

"Oh hi" a tall man with dark hair and sad eyes greeted me

"Hi" i groaned 

" My daughters out, do you want this?"  he held the jello in my direction. 

" I guess" i said taking it and setting it on the table in front of me

i noticed the mans yellow shirt, and became uncomfortable.  

"whats wrong?" he asked, noticing my change in attitude

i guess i was having the first one of my many to come episodes 

because i saw his hand grip my hips but i didn't feel them.  

I looked over and saw the girl beside me passed out, not knowing what was happening

i became dizzy and started screaming but it sounded muffled to me,  

"Not what i had planned exactly" i heard an unfamiliar voice call out.  It was him.  He was there.

To this day it was the realist thing i had ever experienced, until the nurses flooded in and injected some more medicine into my veins. 

and i turned and saw the man with the sad eyes on the opposite side of the room, where he was when we began talking, gripping his unconscious daughters hand and holding back tears with terror. 

_______

"Did you get any sleep last night?" My grandma asked me as i climbed into the passenger seat of her van

"Eh" i shrugged

"Hopefully, this tournament is going to be tough.  Did you see who you're playing on court 2?"

she asked 

I picked the schedule out of her hands and reas

"You've got to be freaking kidding me" i groaned

"After this car ride too, so better get some sleep we have four long hours ahead of us" she said pulling onto the highway

i shifted and put my headphones in.

My phone buzzed bringing me out of my thoughts while i was staring out the window.  

:Hey

such a simple thing to hear from someone who used to mean so much to you

funny, i say "used to" like a thousand bricks don't fall on my chest whenever someone mentions your name.