I walk out the door and get into Margret’s car. She is taking me to see the therapist again . . . this time im going to go in there with an open mind. Im going to write down everything i can. Which is a lot? We drive for about fifteen minutes before the car comes to a stop at a red light. The light changes to green and we start do drive again. Finally we get to the therapists office and i walk strait in, taking a seat as Margret tells them im here. Moments later she comes out to get me. I walk into her office and sit down on the couch. She sits across from me. She smiles slightly. Handing me a pad of paper and a pen. I take them willingly.
"So, would you like to tell me what happened?" she asks
I nod my head vigorously and start writing things down on the paper. By the time im done writing everything down i have filled most of the pages and hand it to her. She takes the notepad and reads through everything i have written. Her facial expression turns sorry, almost sad even. She stands up and sits next to me giving me a hug.
"Im so sorry you have to go through this." she says
I look at her and slightly smile as to say thank you.
She tells me i can go now and that she will see me next week. I walk out of the room and head to where Margret is waiting for me. We go outside and get in the car, i buckle myself in and we start to drive home. The roads are a lot busier than they had been earlier. They looked almost dangerous. We were driving up to a set of lights as they turned green. We were half way through the intersection when the car started to spin out of control. I close my eyes and try not to think about what is happening around me. I can hear Margret and people on the side walk screaming, the sound of metal breaking, and the screeching tires. I start to feel scared as the car hits something and we go flying into the air tumbling to the ground and rolling a few times, i can smell the blood and the burning fuel. The car finally comes to a stop and i open my eyes. Were upside down and Margret looks unconscious. I struggle to get out before i notice the fire starting where the gas tank should be. I run over to the other side of the car where Margret is. I shake her and she opens her eyes but only long enough for me to know she is still okay. I try to pull her out of the car. Seconds later the car explodes, Margret still inside. I get thrown into the air and land somewhere on the grass.
*****************************SIX MONTHS LATE*****************************
Fina's P.O.V
I sit in the hospital chair in Becky's room. i really hope she wakes up soon. . .it’s been six months already. . .i need her to wake up, Jarle needs her to wake up so does dad and Sofia. i turn my head as Jarle, dad and Sofia walk in, i haven’t left this room at all. . . im not going to until she wakes up, this could take a while. . .but i dont really care, i lost my mother, but i will not lose Becky too. There is something about her, it’s like we were meant to be family.
"How’s she doing?" they ask
"Good i guess . . . she hasn’t woken up. . ." i say
"Okay, well we need to tell you something. You too Jarle." says dad
"Please . . . Please dont take her away. . ." i say
"I wouldn’t dream of it." he says
"I have been doing research on Becky’s real family and your mother was biologically her aunt . . . she is allowed to stay with you and your father has decided to legally adopt her." says Sofia
"Really!" i exclaim
"Really." they both say
"It’s my entire fault . . . it’s my entire fault. . . " we hear coming from behind me
I turn around but Becky lays there not moving a muscle.
Dad, Jarle and Sofia leave the room and i go back to sitting in the chair. I take hold of her hand and squeeze it lightly.
"Becky, can you hear me?" i say "If you can squeeze my hand."
No response. .
Even if she can’t hear me im going to speak to her. .
"Becky, please wake up, i need you here. Everything is all wrong. I miss you. I miss texting you, and telling you things i could never tell anyone else. I miss you please, please wake up!" i say
She stirs in her seeping state but that’s it she remains in her sleeping state. It’s getting dark and they should be bringing the gross hospital food in soon. They have been giving me what should be Becky’s since she has been here. Sometimes it’s not that bad. This is another reason why i need her to wake up. I need real food, food that tastes good.
************************ANOTHER SIX MONTHS HAVE PASSED*********************
Fina's P.O.V
Still i sit here waiting for her to wake up. Im starting to think it will never happen. For the first time since she has been in here im thinking of going home for the night. . .
But i cant, what if she wakes up when im not here . . .??
You might think im ruining my life staying here in the hospital, but im not. I have a teacher come by every day at 5:00 who teaches me what im missing at school. It’s actually really cool, the whole homeschooling idea. . .
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SO, ITS KINDOF LIKE HISTORY REPEATING ITS SELF. . . . BECKY HAS FOUND HER SELF ONCE AGAIN IN AN ACCIEDENT ONLY THIS TIME, WILL SHE COME OUT OF IT ALIVE. . .TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. .
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The Silent LIfe Of Becky Jones
TeenfikceBecky Jones was three when she and her family got into a bad car acciedent. as if by miricale she is the only one who survives. since teh deaths of her mom, dad, and sister she hasnt spoken a single word. will she ever speak again?
