Now That I Know The Truth, You're Not Real

Now That I Know The Truth, You're Not Real Chapter 10

So....

What I should have been doing instead of editing this is studying for my history exam I have at 9:30.... but obviously I have yet to crack the damn book open *sigh* oh well... I know I'm going to get an A anyways lol

So enjoy, even though its like a week late and what not.

 Oh yeah, and I changed Kitana's character. When I first wrote this Natalie Portman was young enough, but she's 30, and plays a more mature character in all of her films so I had to change it to someone younger, and quite frankly I adore Lily Collins thick dark eyebrows. So yeah, enjoy while I go off to study lol :D

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Its Summer 2008 Don't forget! 

Chapter 10

I tried to make the drive home as short as possible; I just wanted to take some pain killers and pass out. I parked my car in the garage to make the walking distance as short as possible. It helped me only a little. The pain was inevitable. Before I got out of the car, though, I took off my heels. Finally, I had made it inside after what felt like five years. I didn’t think I would actually make it inside in one piece if I hadn’t taken them off.

I, ever so slowly, made my way to a specific closet, looking for a specific item. I grabbed a thigh splint that I had previously bought, for previous reasons, involving previous people whom I didn’t want to think about at the moment. I sat myself at the sofa, after having warded off the un-happy thoughts that threatened to cloud my mind. I looked at the now red spot, which was very very red, and was thankful I had no broken bones. If I did, I wouldn’t have made it anywhere, but straight to the ground, at the field.

 I put the splint on after having an excruciating time finding and changing into the closest pair of shorts I could find, and then fell asleep.

-6 hours later-

I opened my eyes and sat upon the couch. I felt no pain and for that I was thankful. I didn’t think about how long I had been asleep because the sun was still high in the clouds. Sapphire and I had, after all, left with Devin, who I refused to call Jonathan, at around 10 in the morning. Really though, it was hard enough accepting that he was only 25 but now he had wanted me to call him Jonathan or something like that because he wanted to call me Ana. Not going to happen. I didn’t care. It was just too weird.

I stopped thinking about him and decided to do some damage control. Looking down to my lower body a thought slid into my mind; I wonder if I have a bruise. My eyes peered around the room suspiciously as I began to take off the splint. I knew there was no one around, but sometimes I just got paranoid. It was a force of habit. I thanked myself for wearing loose shorts because it made it easy to get the splint on and off.

I held my breath as I unstuck the last band of Velcro, knowing that once the two pieces were separated the splint would fall outwards on its sides, and with it a shot of pain would run its course up from my thighs, to my brain, and cause me to tear up and possibly cry.  I hadn’t felt pain since I woke up, but that could have just been the amount of pressure from the splint along with the pain killers. But as almost everyone knows, pain killers can take away only so much pain. As the two bands were nearly detached from each other, I closed my eyes tight, clenched my teeth, and held my breath, waiting for the pain.

When it didn’t come I opened one of my eyes, curious as to why I felt no pain. Usually when I took pain killers I they made me sleep and when they were out of my system I would wake up. I glanced over my thigh as I opened the other eye, unclenched my teeth, and let out my exasperated breath. Everything looks good. Starting to  get a nice tan. There’s a tattoo…I thought as I made a mental inspection. It took me a minute to register this little detail but once I did my mouth dropped in awe.