Reborn

Chapter 18

I, am having a coughing attack. Just coughing. And coughing. And guess what, even MORE coughing.

"Alesia! I made tea!" Ameras calls from the kitchen, cause me to jump.
I groan.

I feel awful. Walking a few hours in the cold will do that to you.
I went to the doctor.
And had a panic attack.
But you know what, it's cool, because he gave me medicine.

THATS NOT WORKING. For three days I have been in this miserable state. Three days. I have become, a little cranky.

"AMERA. TEA WONT HELP."  I yell. Well, more like croak. "Alesia. I'm trying to help you" she says to me.
"I don't want help. I just want cough medicine and to sleep." She grunts from the kitchen.

"You know what, get Roy to help you. I'm trying to get back in your good graces and your just being," she sighs. "I'll be back in a little while." She walks out the front door, slamming it shut behind her.
Jeez. My head tilts up, looking at the ceiling. I. Am. So. Bored. And I'm perfectly fine. Sure I have a slightly sore throat and can barely talk, And since Mr. Guiser just had to go on and say 'she should stay in bed for four to five days' like, what the crap.
No one stays in bed sick for that long unless they are in a coma.

So, he has Roy and Breck convinced that I have to stay in the house getting 'better' before I can go back to training.

And it is driving me crazy. So, I've come up with a plan.
Annoy the crap out of them.

All.
Day.
Long.

But, the only problem I have is that I don't know what I am going do to do that. So, I'm going to figure out how piece by piece.
Well, if I have the mental ability to. And if I even remember.

"Alesia! How are you feeling?" Roy calls from somewhere in the house.

I can't tell because I forgot what the house looks like because I've been in bed for three days.

So I simply ignore Roy. "Alesia!!" He calls. He sounds panicked now.
Wait. I probably should answer him because If I don't he might think that I passed out and that I still should be in bed. Sick. Grrrr.

  "I'm fine!" My voice yells across the house, extremely annoyed. God that hurt my throat.

Roy comes rushing in, looking around and squinting his eyes on suspicion. "Are you cold?" He asks frantically, looking around for ANOTHER blanket. I'm done. Screw the 'annoy the heck out of them.' Blatant will do. "ROY. LEAVE ME ALONE"
I swipe the blankets off of me and stand up. My burning hot feet hitting the freezing floor.

"By the time YOU GUYS would have let me out of bed, it would be SUMMER!" I screech.
He looks at me, shocked.

  "Leave. Me. Alone. I can take care of myself. I did for almost a year. And I took care of another person.
So, I think I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
I gasp for breath. Oh my gosh.

"So, leave me alone" I am barely whispering now. I have reduced my voice to nothing. NOTHING. Great.
Now I can't yell at them. His face falls, and guilt takes place. Oh gosh.
Now I feel bad. I sigh.

  "I'm sorry" I whisper to him. "I'm just crabby" he nods. "It's fine. I understand. All of us have been a little.." He wavers off. "Overprotective" he adds.
My head nods in understanding. "Well, uh, I'm going to go, uh, take a shower." I say to him, trying to get him to understand I would like him to leave my bedroom.
"Oh right" he walks out. Boys are sometimes, interesting.

I hop in the shower, then get out and put on my running stuff. My feet bring me to the living room and as I open the door, I hear something behind me. 

"You are not going running. You'd end up passing out from oxygen deprivation." I hear Breck behind me. I scoff.

"How do you know what even that word is?" I ask him. That is unbelievable.

"I'm around 30 to 40 years old so, I have learned a few things." My eyes pop out of my head. "30 TO 40 YEARS!" I yell at him.
He just nods his head. I gape at him. He just waves me off.
"You do know that I know that you are slinking back, trying to get to the door right." I sigh.

"We all took three days to take care of you, after me and Amera spent hours looking for you.
So wait until your better so we can go back to training and get this over with."

He lets out a breath. That was a lot to say for Breck. But there is something peculiar about what he said.

"Where was Roy when you guys looked for me." I ask him.
He goes white, looking as pale as a ghost.
"We couldn't contact him" he says. Why is that all he said. "More please" he sighs looking up.
"He was hanging out with Mila and her team."

Fury goes through me. Am I the only one who sees how transparent she is?
She is a phony and they should know that. But of course they don't.
Am I the only one who can read people? At all!?!

I growl, going outside.
Why? Why? Someone always chooses someone over me. Always. Why can't I be first?

I stop myself, guilt taking over. I'm being selfish. I can't do that. A breath flows from my lips. I can't get that angry at him.
He just wanted to hang out with his friends. That makes me cringe.
Friends. She is not a friend. She is a total brat all the way.
But, whatever. It's not my decision to make

My hands feel my phone in my pocket and I remember something. I need to download some music. Gosh Alesia.
Why haven't I done that? Using a great hour of my time, I buy about 87 songs.
It wasn't that much money.
Well, let's just say Mr. Guiser is not going to be happy.

My eyes move around and I walk back to the house. I was just walking around the track the entire time. Gah. I'm so lame.