HEAD IS A MESS HEART IS A WRECK

Chapter Two

I opened my eyes,  everything was blurry at first, but then I saw a burst of beautiful colours.  At first, I thought they were lights, but as everything became less blurred, I realised it was the tiny fairy with heart–shaped wings and the nerdy girl floating on her brain like cloud again.

Although, now the fairy girl's piercing blue eyes sparkled with happiness and her wings were no longer broken and torn. The tears had dried and her red glittery wings were shining brightly, sparkling like a shimmering ruby. As she fluttered beside me she gave me a beautiful smile and I could see her heart glowing like a wildfire through her glistening dress.

A couple of plasters had been delicately placed over her cuts and bruises so she could heal. And butterfly stitches had been tenderly sewn into her heart to stop the bleeding.

At that moment, I felt a summer's breeze touch the warmth of my cheeks. I watched as the nerdy girl floated by gently on her cloud.   But now, the cloud was no longer dark, gloomy and stormy, it was soft, white and fluffy. Around her head, she wore a white bandage, and she looked happy, calm and peaceful.

I gazed at them in amazement, as they both fluttered and floated around me playfully. During this time, I still wasn't sure if it was my imagination playing tricks on me. The meds I was on were pretty strong and I still felt as high as a kite. I just felt happy to go with the flow in my dream like state of mind.

I was discharged from hospital a couple of weeks later and against all odds, I made a full recovery. At home, everything returned pretty much back to normal, i.e., hanging out and having sleepovers with my besties, arguing with my annoying sister, Mum constantly shouting "Turn your music down" or "Your room is a mess" and swooning over the fit, P.E teacher, Mr Fitoussi, in his shorts.

Also, my friend Lincoln dropped round with a box of Cadburys Milk Tray, my favourite chocolates, which was really sweet of him. According to my Mum, we have been best friends since we were in nappies and practically inseparable during playgroup and primary school.

Lincoln is caring, thoughtful, funny, adorable...oh, and he's bloody gorgeous too.

We hang out lots and always have a great laugh together. Our parent's are friends too. Occasionally they arrange these nightmare dinner parties. They get disgustingly drunk, and then shamelessly embarrass themselves by divulging information teenagers really don't wanna know about their parents! We both sit there with our hands in our ears saying 'La La La'. Shockingly, after several more glasses of Moet & Chandon champagne, the conversation then turns to us. We have to sit and listen to cringe-worthy stories of how when we were in the nursery together, we would spend all of our time in the playhouse. Apparently, I would bake Lincoln a delicious cake and then kiss him on the cheek before he left for work. We also promised each other that "...When we are grown ups, we will get married and have 5 children, 3 dogs, 2 rabbits, and a monkey and live happily ever after".

The whole experience was more painful than listening to Cheryl Cole without auto-tune.

During the last couple of weeks, I hadn't seen any more of my heart winged, fairy friend or the floaty, geek girl. So, I just presumed it was the meds messing with my overactive and messed up imagination.