I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Thirty-Three: Awakening

When I opened my eyes again, it was much easier. I was ready to wake up. My eyelids didn't feel glued down anymore. The light filtered in from a window, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. "So you finally came to, huh?" A voice asked. I couldn't see who spoke, but I knew it was Abi. "I guess." I croaked out, my voice creaky with disuse.

I was not in the Palace, that's for sureI looked down at my legs and realized I was sitting up at an angle. There was an IV in my right hand, a grey blanket was laid across me, and I was wearing some sort of white shirt. There was the beeping of a heart monitor, the monotone sound filling the room. This made no sense, as my head was still a bit foggy. Abi came into my line of vision and sat in a chair by the bed I was in. "Where am I?" I wheezed. "The hospital." Abi replied plainly. "Which one?" My voice grated against my ears. "Redrum. Redrum Children's Hospital." Abi answered.

I still had one question. "Why?" I asked. Angel let out a long, dramatic sigh, and obviously hesitated before speaking. As she spoke she twirled a piece of her hair with her finger. "Don't talk too much. You'll strain yourself. I'll give you your answers." Angel began.

"It's October 25, you've been in a coma for over two months. According to the doctors, you were probably hallucinating as symptoms of your illness, or something like that. After Simon told us that he was going to give us four lessons and you a portable piano-" I interrupted her. "So Simon didn't send us to famous school?" Abi began to speak once more after my interruption. "Violet, no such thing exists. Anyway, you stumbled outside of the tour bus and kinda just stood there at the front of it, and it was about two minutes before your mother's boyfriend, Marcel, hit you with a car. On purpose. You were in pretty bad shape, Satan. Broken ribs and limbs, fractured fingers, blood everywhere, organ damage, a severe concussion, and god knows what else. The doctors had to put you in that coma to save you." She finished. "At one point, we weren't even sure you were gonna get up." She whispered, tacking the detail onto the end of her statement.

"Shouldn't you be at the Palace?" I questioned. "Why would I be at a Palace?" Abi asked, a confused expression on her face. "You know, 'cause we're Princesses?" I explained. Abi began to laugh. "Satan, I don't know what kind of dream, if you dreamed at all, but it must have been one heck of a dream." She giggled. I looked down at my legs. "Yeah," I began. "It was."

To be honest, I don't know what the dickens was going on right now. Mom's evil boyfriend hit me intentionally with a car, in an attempt to kill me. And how Marcel even found me, I have no idea. Must've heard it through the grapevine. But he was on parole last time I heard of him, so... Yep. He broke parole. And attempted to kill me, so charged with first degree murder, he's gonna get life, most likely.  Looks like I'm safer, now! So Simon didn't send us to famous school, because that doesn't exist, and I was hallucinating. How much of what I thought was real isn't, and was just a hallucination?

I guess there is no 'monarchy of the world' because that would never happen, not even in a month of Mondays. There is no King Clarkson, and the real King Clarkson is a book character from the Selection series. My dad really is that man that Mom had a one-night-stand with that resulted in me, and they kept in loose contact over the years or something, because how else would Mom know to tell me if he died when he did? Then again, he was her off-and-on boyfriend.  I'm not a Princess, One Direction's tour is over most likely, and I must have been transferred back to America, because technically, I can only stay there for six months at a time because I'm not a resident.

My head is still spinning when a knock on the door happens. Abi gets up and opens it, and it's the others! "Oh my god, Violet!" Yells Jessica excitedly as she runs toward me and engulfs me into a hug as well as she can, seeing as I'm in a hospital bed. "It's been too long." Brooklyn tells me as she takes a seat next to Abi. "You see, the boys took us on a vacation as a bit of a treat, you know?" Rayna informed me as she hugged me after she pried Jess off. "I understand." I croaked.

"Oh, I brought stuff!" Brooklyn cheers as she pulls a grocery bag off of the floor. She dumps it onto the tray table thing and swings it so it's over my lap. "We got you all the essentials needed for a get-well-soon kit." Rayna tells, clearly excited. I poke through the stuff and look up at the bestest friends in my whole world. "Thank you!" I say with genuine gratitude. There's marshmallow twists, a bubble-wrap popper toy-thing, a packet of purple pens, and a notebook with a cat on the front.

"I insisted we get you the notebook, so you can wrote down what happened in your dream. You could even make it into a book, and get it published." Jessica says cooly. "The bubble-wrap popper toy Abi decided on because she read somewhere that it was therapeutic, and, besides, we all know you love bubble wrap." Jessica points to the blue toy. "I decided upon the marshmallow twists, because sometimes having your favourite candy can brighten up any dull situation." Rayna said. "And I picked out the purple pens, because we all know you love purple, and you need something to write with for your notebook." Brooklyn explained. "Thank you!" I exclaimed once again.

Then, a nurse entered the room. "Alright, alright. Visiting hours are over, time for you to go home." She said briskly, wheeling a cart with a dinner tray on it. Begrudgingly, the girls obeyed and bustled out of the room. The nurse walked further inside. "Here's your dinner." She spoke, setting a tray of K.D. on the table-thing, after clearing it off and cramming the goodies from my friends in the little locker by my side. "Lights out is at eight promptly, but I guess you already know hospital lingo here, eh, Violet?" The nurse finalized, walking out of the room.

I ate my dinner, though it was hard to eat all of it. It seems while I was out, my stomach shrank to the size of a peanut. Also, trying to absorb all this information AND trying to eat didn't really make a good combination. Later, another nurse came in and moved the bed so I was lying down and took the tray. The lights flickered out and a loud sigh escaped my throat. Yet another night spent in a hospital. Really, it seemed to be the only thing that ever happened to me. Get sick, think you're better, get sick again, almost die, have one heck of a dream, and I'd probably get sick later. I sighed once more before closing my eyes so I would dream.

~MEANWHILE, JESSICA'S HOUSE~
-- Jessica's POV --

I was lying in bed, listening to music, when Mom entered my room. "So, honey, what happened today?" She asked, sitting at the foot of my bed. "Violet woke up for good! We gave her our presents, but she was really worn out." I told her. "Well, um, Jessica, darling, I think you need to see her as much as you possibly can." Mom said to me. This was odd. Really, really odd. Mom never acted like this, ever. "Mom, what's going on?" I questioned as I sat up. "Nothing." Mom lied. "Mom, what's going on?" I asked more firmly. Mom hesitated before breathing in and out super loudly.

"Jessica, Violet's grandfather has come from Russia, but here's the thing—he's the ruler of Russia." Mom says, amazed. "But he promised she'll visit one a week." Immediately, my chest feels light.

Violet has a family, actual family!

It seems like it's all over, her curse is lifted

It's all good now.

AN: This is the last Violet book. I feel she's come a long way from the first chapter when she was eight, and the story has ended. Stay tuned for more writing, folks!

Annie