Losing Him

Recovery Pains

Chapter Eleven

Recovery Pains

Savannah drifted in and out of consciousness, she had no sense of place or time.

Her mind was trying to convince her that she didn't have a physical altercation with her older brother but her swollen eyes, bleeding lip, bruised body and throbbing face told her otherwise.

Her body had never felt so heavy.

There was a bright light, Savannah managed to open the slits of her eyes. It took her a few minutes to realise that she was in her bedroom.

She was in her comfy bed covered by her soft lilac blanket, her blinds were rolled up, welcoming blinding rays of sunlight into the room.

Savannah couldn't work out if it were sunrise or sunset, her eyes, the only body part she can move, scanned the room, it felt like a lifetime had gone by, yet everything was exactly how she'd left it.

Her school bag tossed carelessly on a chair of her study table, her book shelf untidily stacked with old and new books and her bedside table where her ash tree plant stood.

She couldn't remember if she'd walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed, or if a guardian angel of some sort carried her there.

Before Savannah could make the effort to do anything more, her exhausted body gave in, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she drifted back into unconsciousness.

"Savan.... Sav-Savannah!" said a voice in a loud whisper, Savannah moaned in discomfort as her body ached.

She opened her eyes and found a very horrified Ben, cautiously staring at her, as if she were made out of glass, fragile yet dangerous.

"What happ- who did this to you?" he asked, placing his palm on her cheek.

Savannah didn't understand what Ben was saying, but she was really admiring how beautiful her fourteen-year-old brother was.

His honey brown eyes fixated on her as his curls dangled down his forehead. Savannah had never seen him this worried.

"Ben... when d-did you get home?" Savannah said hoarsely,

"I got dropped of yesterday night, you've been asleep all day, what happened Savannah?" said Ben as his voice broke.

Savannah tried her best to pull herself from this trance-like state. Anything to stop her little brother from crying.

"Ben, it's alright.... I'm alright... when did you-...I mean, have you had anything to eat?" asked Savannah more conscious than she's ever been for the past how many hours went by.

"It's not me you should be worried about Savannah... you look pretty beaten down, please tell me what happened," begged Ben, looking more relieved.

Savannah thought long and hard. She didn't want to tell a soul what had happened between her and Mike, that he was the one who maimed her.

She rose into sitting position, trying not to wince in agony was impossible, Ben gasped and helped her up, her attempt to portray that she was not in pain failed miserably.

"I fell off a tree," Savannah said after a while, Ben stared at her as if able to see way past the lie and into her mind where the events took place.

He didn't believe a single word of it and Savannah knew, he would probably be laughing if he did.

"Ben... what day is it?" asked Savannah surprised by the patches of blood on her pillow case, she smacked her lips and still tasted blood.

"It's Saturday... 3pm," he answered disappointedly,