Tiny Dancer (Luke Hemmings' Little Sister)

Chapter 17: 'I was supposed to die'

Even the thought of having to leave the very depressing but very safe hospital room scared me. I wasn't ready to go out into the world again but I knew I had to eventually. Just the thought of being out there scared me. What if I got hit again? What if something else happened? I had to force myself to stop thinking about it by focusing on eating my lunch that they gave me. The sandwich I had tasted something like a mix between cardboard and Styrofoam. But after being in a coma for a month it actually didn't bother me that much.

Luke's become increasingly more protective then he was before. He keeps asking me if I'm okay, and I don't really mind it, it just gets annoying sometimes. I actually had to text Ashton to get him to come take Luke away so he could go home for a bit and shower. Ashton literally had to carry Luke out of the building. You can only imagine how that went but trust me on this one, it was not pretty. The rest of that night I was stuck with a grumpy Luke and Ashton. He was normal.

We were currently watch Disney movies on Luke's laptop and mum was trying to get me to do a bit of the homework that I had missed. I had an excuse though, I just told her I was in pain or not feeling up for it. Works every time.

"Harley, please. I'm just asking you to do one page."

"Mummy,  I really don't feel good." I said, making a pouty face at her.

"Yeah, she really doesn't feel good." Luke imitated the pout that I had on my face. Mum gave us both a death glare and we just burst out into a fit of giggles. After a few minutes of watching our movie and eating cardboard Styrofoam sandwiches, one of the nurses came in to check on me. She looked over every thing and told me something that should be good but didn't feel so good.

Luke noticed that I was nervous about it and he pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. "It's gonna be okay, bug. I'll keep you safe, I promise." He whispered, kissing my forehead.

"I'm so scared, I don't wanna go back out there yet." I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. "Oh, buggy please don't cry." Luke wiped away the tear with his thumb, and I hid my face in his chest. He held me close and tried to comfort me as I continued to cry. I was just so scared that it would happen again and I could possibly die that time. I didn't want that to happen, I'm not ready yet.

But then again, do you ever really know when your ready to die? Some people don't even have a choice, and I did. I don't think it's fair that all those people had to go when I could stay and fight. Now I felt guilty for being alive. "I-I shouldn't be here..." Luke continued to rub my bag but pulled away so he could look at my face.

"Harley Annalise, what are you talking about?" He asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"I was supposed to die."