Fighting, Surviving, & Hopelessly Lost

Chapter 11

Juliet's POV

I woke up to an artificial, white light that continued to blind me even when I closed my eyes. I felt a small tugging sensation on my left. Curious, I sat up and noticed that I was in a small room with doctor supplied and a white coat that hung lazily on a chair in the corner of the room. The door opened and my head snapped towards the noise.

"Ah Juliet. You're awake," Dr. Warren said while looking down at the clipboard that he was holding in his hands. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I replied, trying to brush of the topic quickly. "How long was I asleep?" The memories of the match came rushing into my head just like hard rain came raining down.

"Surprisingly only half an hour which is pretty rare. You're a pretty fast healer. Is anything bothering you?" he asked again.

"Like I said before I can't even feel the pain. Where are the others?" I demanded getting a little bit irritated. My stomach yearned for food and I just wanted to go home.

"You mean Peyton and J.C? I'm going to go tell them that you just woke up. Stay in bed," Dr. Warren instructed as he left to go get them. I didn't want to stay in bed. So being the rebellious girl that I was, I stood up and looked around the room. I noticed my bag lying in the corner and I nearly cried out from joy. I was freezing in just my shorts and bra so I put on my sweat pants, t-shirt, and my favorite cap. I slipped on my sneakers and sat back down on the bed, waiting impatiently. After another long few minutes, the door creaked open. Peyton stepped in cautiously and his gaze landed on me.

"Do you know if I can go home now? I'm insanely hungry and I just want my comfortable bed too," I whined.

"You were stabbed and you want food!?" Peyton asked incredulously.

"Well after burning all of those calories and then getting stabbed for the first and hopefully the last time, yes Peyton. I'm hungry. Is that a crime?" I rationalized.

Peyton looked at me a little sheepishly, his small anger that was building up vanished. "No, it's not a crime. Sorry," he said lightly.

"So can I go now?" I inquired.

"I'm pretty sure. Dr. Warren is talking with J.C right now about you. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to come to practice but J.C is gonna have to keep it light for you. On the other hand, you didn't get stitches. The wound wasn't that deep but you did lose a lot of blood so you might feel lightheaded," Peyton explained as we walked out of the building. "They told me to bring you home and there isn't any practice tomorrow so you can take the day off."

"That's good. I think I needed a day off from everything," I concluded as we walked outside to the dark, cold evening.

"How are you going to explain all of those cuts and bruises?" Peyton wondered out loud after we walked further into town.

"I don't know," I replied. I got this really weird feeling that somebody was following me again. It made me so uncomfortable that I shivered.

"You cold?" Peyton questioned as we continued to step in the darkness.

"No, I just have this crazy feeling somebody is following us. It's weird, I can't explain it," I explained as I looked around for any movements using my peripheral vision. "But I guess I'm just cold," I added on, trying to calm my nerves.

"Oh. Well nothing ever happens in this town or in Wyoming anyways so you have nothing to be worried about," Peyton replied as he stuck his hands in his pockets. He seemed so carefree unlike me. I was like this pile of tangled string that made people go mad. My life was complicated, messy, unpredictable, and just plain bad. Peyton was like the sun. He rose, made people happy, gave light, and he created something beautiful at the end of everyday. What does a pile of string of string and then sun have in common? I have no idea but that's just it. Peyton and I have nothing in common and if I shared anything with him, we'd be a tangle of string together.