Seven years ago,
"Daddy!" I gasped. "Daddy!" I heard footsteps. I couldn't breathe under the tight cloth over my head. Gasping, I yelled again. "Daddy!"
"She just doesn't shut up does she?" A rough voice muttered behind me.
"Give it some time, she'll doze off once the medicine kicks in, then it will be time."
Time? Time for what? I panicked, my ten year old self was about to burst into tears when suddenly everything was silent. Too quiet. I could hear the slow movement of the cloth as I struggled to breathe out.
"Code Red." A voice shouted through one of the radios.
A gunshot, two, three. I stopped counting. I couldn't breathe. I cried again. "Daddy!"
A hand roughly removed the bag from my head and all I could see was a bright light shown into my eyes.
Present
I gasped as I opened my eyes. The white wall, now masked in shadows enveloped me as I struggled to sit up. After feverishly placing my back against my bed's headboard, I swept my hand through my hair. I was sweating profusely, gross. I wiped the back of my hand on my shorts as I leaned slightly and grabbed the water bottle near my bed.
"It's only a dream." I whispered as I gulped down the ice cold beverage. I placed the bottle on my cheek. The condensation cooled the otherwise warm surface. I glanced at the clock on the table.
2:15 AM. The green dots blinked back at me.
Groaning, I shuffled out of bed and grabbed my phone. I wasn't going to go back to sleep any time soon, might as well do something. Paddling across the hall, I walked down towards the kitchen. Grabbing a bowl and milk from the fridge I poured in my favourite cereal and plopped myself down on the island counter. Glancing out of the window the city skyline caught my breath for a moment. I was watching a plane race across the rooftops when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out I grinned when I read the message.
Yay or nay? There was a skirt underneath, a leather mini skirt glared back at me through the screen.
Yay. What are you doing up so late? I texted Alisha, my best friend, it's been seven years, but I couldn't bring myself up to tell her.
*Ping* Texting and eating ice cream. Couldn't sleep, you?
Worried about school tomorrow.
Her reply made me chuckle.
Why are you worried? Everyone loves you <3
love you. I texted back. Go to sleep, big day tomorrow.
Yeah mom.
Shaking my head, I put the phone away and concentrated on my now soggy cereal. Chugging it down, I walked back to my room, placing the bowl on my vanity, I crawled back into the warmth of my bed.
Tomorrow was the first day of Junior year, and I hoped it was going to be as good as the last few years, little did I know, my life was going to change, for the better.
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The Two Sides.
Ficțiune adolescențiRushed into witness protection when she was just ten years old.Seven years later the caramel locks are still tucked underneath plain black hair, blue orbs covered by brown mud, and suits that doubled her size, Avan, the heiress to the biggest compa...
