Darkness

The Day After

"Luce? Are you okay?" The room was white. The blanket was warm. The bed was comfy. A blurry face hovered over me. Suddenly the memory of the night hit me. I recalled the pounding music and the scores of people. I remembered it being all to much. But as for getting here, I had no idea.

"Mr Masan?" I croaked, "where am I?"
My maths teacher cleared his throat, "She's awake." I tried to sit up but cried out in pain, forgetting about my injured arm. An elderly lady materialised by my side and started raising the back of the bed with a bulky looking remote. "Relax child. That's it lie down. Now be careful of that arm. Yes that's it prop it up on this pillow," I stared, bewildered, at this woman. She was wearing a blue T-shirt with a name tag pinned onto one side. I suddenly recognised the small room, enclosed by a white curtain. "Excuse me Mr's, um... Price? Why am I at hospital? And why is..." I leaned forward on my elbow and whispered, "Why is my maths teacher here?" The nurse had a knowing look. She handed me a small paper cup filled with foul smelling liquid. "Well from what I heard he's the one who called the ambulance. Drink up, that's it." She took the cup as I struggled to swallow the disgusting medicine. The kind nurse took my pulse and temperature, among other nursey things before disappearing as suddenly as she came. I relaxed for minute, waiting for the pain killers to kick in.  "What happened?" I asked almost inaudibly. Mr Masan explained that I had fainted after having a panic attack. A panic attack? I had felt like I was having a night terror. Monsters around me. No escape. I shook my head, telling myself not to think about it. If I thought about it then I would dwell. And dwelling always made it worse.

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"Yes mum I know," I rolled my eyes as I pulled my blanket up higher. Mum had lectured me countless times on looking after my arm properly, being careful not to knock it or lift things up. It was good to be home. Apparently I had injured my wrist more when I fainted. I couldn't see how. At least I get out of school, I reasoned. I glanced at my clock and figured out that everyone would be in science by now. Suckers.

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Sam's POV

"Sam!" Danielle called me over to her. No not now. "Help me," I whispered to Luce with urgency. She turned away from me. It felt like a punch in the gut. I glared at Marchel. This was his fault. Tears pricked in my eyes when the image of them together came to me once again. Kissing. Luce's first kiss. At least I'm pretty sure it was. "Sam, I have something to tell you," Danielle's eyes were dancing in the disco lights. She was pretty. Her brown hair was done up in an impressively neat bun. I'd always struggled with buns. "Yeah?" I said, trying to sound interested in her gossip. I peered behind her as she rambled on about some guy cheating on his boyfriend. Luce was on the outskirts of the huge platoon of people jumping and bopping their heads in time with the music. She had an unreadable expression. I couldn't help thinking about Marchel. He took her first kiss. That kiss was supposed to be mine. She was supposed to be mine. I tuned back in to the endless babble coming from the over excited girl. I wonder if... Luce was closer now. If only she would look at me. I mean, it would be impossible not to notice. I glanced at Danielle's lips. They still hadn't stopped moving. It's now or never. I lunged towards her. Our lips touched for a split second. One shared exchange of breath. She pushed me away. "What are you doing?"
I didn't care for her reaction. I looked hopefully towards the crowd. Did she see? I finally spotted Luce. She wasn't looking at me like I had expected. She was on the floor. Teachers were rushing towards her. Mr Masan cleared a circle around her.

Luce...

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Heya guys!! I know that some of the writing in this was pretty shit and I'm sorry for that. If there is any way you think I could improve just message me.