Facing The Light [EDITING ON HOLD]

Chapter 4 ~ Visiting Nate

Chapter 4 ~ Visiting Nate

Luke didn't go to school for a whole week since the event in the hallway. I would always arrive to school, hoping he would show up so I could confront him about what happened, but I was always disappointed when he never came. I questioned myself as to whether it was all a dream, if Connor and the rest of the students were really frozen.

Was he from another planet? Was he different then what he appeared to be? Weird questions like these irritated me. I desperately wanted answers.

It was the last day of school for the week and I left the school building in a hurry. Walking home was short and a blur. My mind was occupied with hundreds of thoughts running around.

I entered through the front door of my home with an exhausted sigh and threw the bag on the couch. Dad wheeled into the room with a softened look as soon as he looked at me. "Tough day?" He asked as I slumped down beside my bag.

"You could say that."

He pushed himself in front of me and grabbed my hands in his. "I'm going to visit Nate, do you want to come?" His voice was smooth and comforting, it slightly relaxed me.

I gave my father a short nod and stood up, standing behind his chair and wheeling him out the front door.

Dad had been telling me that I should go to the hospital and visit Nate, my brother who had been stuck in a dreamless coma for almost nine months. I hated going. The hospital smelled terrible, the food almost tasted like plastic, and visiting Nate always hurt me. I hated seeing him looking so lifeless with tubes connected to his body. I hoped and prayed he would wake up soon every time I visited, but he never does. I knew I had to go, for my father's sake.

I helped Dad get into the passenger side of the car that was parked in the driveway. I never drove it unless I was going to visit the hospital or to get groceries. They were on the opposite side of town, so it gave me an excuse to drive it. I loved the car. Dad wouldn't let me drive it to and from school because he's saving the fuel for emergencies.

Some things aren't so cheap, and we needed to save our money for food and bills.

"So, Layla told me you've been really distracted lately." Dad spoke as I drove onto the main road.

I bit the inside of my cheek. Layla told him about that? I hadn't been talking to Layla much, especially during the past week. Since Luke started hanging out with me - against my own will might I add - I didn't tell her anything. I felt bad and guilty. I decided to do something with Layla sometime this week. I didn't want Layla to leave her like everybody else has.

Yes, I still have Dad, but he seems more protective over me since the accident. It's like he's a different person; a more strict and I-only-want-the-best-for-you type of Dad. I wanted the laid back and joyful man I knew all my life, until nine months ago that is.

My eyes were still locked on the road as I replied, "There's been a lot to think about lately."

"Like what?"

I sighed softly. Should I tell him? Could I tell my father about Luke? And more importantly, about why Wade was so afraid of me? And the whole Connor-being-frozen thing? "Just about Mum, and Nate."

Dad's eyes looked at me with concern and worry. He didn't like to think about them either, but it was extremely difficult when his daughter was a spitting image of his wife. I did felt extremely sad about losing my mother, but I believe his heart would've been torn apart. Because he lost his true love; his other half. You could tell he barely slept. He always had dark rings around his eyes and red eyes. His posture would be slumped and he would occasionally talk slower. He would occupy himself by working all day and night.