Chapter 2

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I must have knocked myself out or something because all I felt was the press of your back against my stomach and chest. I could hear your foot fall and a few other peoples as well. I could hear everything being said even though I couldn’t make out any of it. I had no idea what it is or what was happening but as soon as I didn’t feel your back against my stomach I felt alone.

I had been checked on for the last few hours I had been injected with needles for about the fortieth time. They had tried waking me up by force but I kept fighting it. My life seemed to be breaking apart slowly and no one seemed to notice.

It soon grew dark and that’s when I woke up. It wasn’t as if I wanted to I just wanted to lay there and stay asleep but I looked around the room to find you asleep on the couch across the room. You were hugging yourself probably to stay warm.

I went to stand up and your eyes instantly opened wide and I could see them just adjusting to the light difference, you looked at me with a soft smile and went to go to me but I moved back on to the bed and went as close to the wall as I could.

You frowned and looked at me with curious eyes, your dad then walked in and started talking until he realised your stance and the way I sat. Instead of sounding an alarm to the other people but he didn’t. Your father went to the height I now sat at and slowly walked over.

A small growl ripped through my throat and it surprized me the most you just looked pained. Your father reached me and took off the bandages on my arms that I hadn’t realised were there, even the one on my stomach and my shoulders he took off even with all my fighting. He pressed his hand on the new stich marks and I went to scream but I didn’t.

I couldn’t feel any of the pain that should have been there. Why wasn’t it there? I didn’t ask because I couldn’t find my voice. You had slowly come over and unclipped the stiches it stung a little. My tears ran down my cheeks and I sighed lightly as you gave me a loose hug. I hadn’t realised but you probably did this while I was asleep as well

I felt the safest here now it wasn’t as if you scared me anymore, you were and still are my best friend. You were my only friend for my childhood, which has stayed close. But you seemed a lot closer like this. But then I felt it the difference in the air. The air was a lot calmer than what it was before; I could also hear the small whispers, which could be heard from down the corridor.

I looked at your dad who was putting on a blue jelly like substance and that stung just as bad as being stung by a jelly fish. I looked at your fathers face all those small scars along his face I hadn’t realised because of his soft black hair that mostly covered it.

I realised one of them behind his right ear was crested with blood had been cut slightly. But he didn’t seem fazed by it. You had scooped me up close to you holding my legs at my knees that are over your arm and you told me to wrap my arms around your neck. I hesitated but I wrapped my arms around your neck. “It will be alright don’t worry we aren’t letting anything bad happen to you” you whispered into my ear. What did you mean by that?

You had slowly gotten up and I hugged into you closely but I just looked at the wall of the room as we left it. I wanted to reach out and grab hold of something in the room to protest I didn’t want to leave. But that didn’t matter I would never be able to do that.

Your dad put the blanket over me as he opened up the door to the outside. It was snow all over and people talking and having fun.

I hugged into you as I felt the chilled wind attack us both. You didn’t shiver or anything you just continued walking forward...

Everyone looked at us now I hid my face into your shoulder but I could hear everyone. They were greeting and I even heard a few of them ask if I was okay which you nodded and just said “she is fine just tired and cold that’s all.” I bit my lower lip as you said that. I wouldn’t have known that had nodded if I didn’t see it at the corner of my eye.

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