The boy of my dreams

Chapter 2- Tears

My eyes are weak in the blinding light. I don't know where I am. Sounds echo around me. My brain is fuzzy. I am scared. Lips touch my head, softly and gently and I force open my eyes in the bright light to see my dad leaning back to sit in a chair, it is not a familiar chair, I look around to see a old computer measuring me heart beats, a window with old rustic blinds, and a balloon saying "get well soon" then their is my dad hunched in the chair, but is face like always isn't happy, but this time his face is relived, like there is still hope in the world. Before words can leave my lips I drift back into a light sleep, well I am not sure if I am sleeping as memory's are playing like a movie in my head. The 1st one was when my sister was born, the 2nd one was of my brother being born, 3rd one was the three of us playing, happily (for once) together. We are dressed up as royals, myself as a queen, my brother as a King and my sister as a knight. Then my mind flicks away from the family and goes to a memory of me and Jake, I am wearing my favourite dress, it is red, and he is wearing jeans a shirt, we are running around behind the church laughing and dancing and singing till are hearts are content. Then my mind turns a page to me and Jake writing our song called "Red dress". But then my mind goes to a dark play a more recent memory of the car crash and I wake up panting, scared but no longer confused.

Now I can finally leave this hospital, I have been here for two days, what feels like forever, I have had my grandparents on my mums side visit, Molly and my dad and Jake also visited. I take of my hospital thing they make you wear and change into jeans and a green blouse with green converse, as I change I could see the cuts around my body, two one my left arm, a big on my right, and a few little ones on my legs, and one on my forehead. Dad told me he would tell me everything when we got home. The drive home was awkward I was sat in the passenger seat and Molly was sat behind dad in the back seat, we where driving dads car obviously. When we reached our home mums car wasn't there what made another question pop into by head, please no more questions, my head can't seriously hold anymore!

When we stepped in the house it is quiet, miserable, it does not feel like home. Dad sits me down on the sofa as he sat in his armchair, if anyone sat in it he would be furious. Then dad begins to speak. "Can you remember the day when you went out with Molly, Peter and mum?" I nod slowly. "Well that day you had a car crash, as you probably have figured out and Molly is fine." Dad says in a soft tone what makes every part of my body want to scream out "WHO IS THIS MAN" but I keep to myself, dad continues, "Mum is fine she just has to rest, they found a lot of glass in her." Dad is then quiet for a few minutes, I can tell he is holding back his emotions. "Well Peter..... He um h- he had a chunk of glass stuck in his head what was stuck in his brain to shut his body down an-... And the doctors could not revive him... He is... He is... His dead." A tear runs down dads cheek and onto his knee, I turn to Molly sat on the other sofa who is now crying, and then the tears flood out. And they can't stop. I run upstairs as I reach the stairs dad calls out for me, but I keep running. I don't want t stop running. Ever. I run heavily into my room and slam the door behind me. I lean my body onto the door tears streaming out of my eyes like water out of a tap. I slide down into a ball on the floor and weep. I look into the my mirror opposite me and my green, tear filled eyes glazing back saying, is this your fault? What have you done?