Dreams

Chapter 5: I Don't Remember Why

"Mumble mumble... “I hear a crowd of people whispering in the distance...

“We can't keep her on life support too much longer. We are getting a good response but your family will go bankrupt if we keep her anymore days. You should take her home there is a good chance she will be fine

"Shush she will be waking up soon." say another person

I try to open my eyes but the pureness of the white strains them shut. "Honey?" a shush went over the room as I tried to search for the name of the familiar voice. The gentle voice spoke again "honey, please get up we don't have much..." her voice stops and my ears are filled with silence sobs. The sobs linger away and a new deep nostalgic voice emerges. "Lune bug... baby we love you. We will be back in a few hours. Don’t wake up till then." a pair of lips slowly press on my forehead and small wet droplets slip onto my face. The room begins to flood with silence as the footsteps trail away and as if my body were being obedient to the voice I fall into a deep slumber...

"Lunny" I hear dawn’s numb voice as I wake up from my sleep... "Hey Lune bug get up we're at your aunts house" without thinking she moves me around to get me out of my seat belt and pulls me out of the car. I hate how light I am because if she wanted to she could pick me up and throw me over her shoulders. Instead she leans me on the car and pulls out my wheelchair from the garaged. She must be in deep thought because she always has my wheelchair waiting for me before I get out of the car since she does not like for me to stand too long. I lift my face upward as we are rolling inside my aunt’s house. I sense the heat of the sun track off my face as we move inside. The aroma of my aunts cooking has yet to fill the house. She must still be at work. Dawn starts to prepare our homework on the table and I go to my room to get in some comfortable clothes. My room is very simple with all the necessities a bed, closet, bookshelf, hamper, dresser, desk and bed for dawn when she comes over. It is also set up so I don’t catch my wheelchair on anything and easy to move around in even though the second bed is right next to mine. It’s nothing like my room at home mom and dad would never buy my friend a bed for her to sleep in let alone have a friend over as much as dawn is. I feel tears roll down my face as the memory of my life with my parents come back. I feel dad’s kisses on my face and moms warm hugs. The idea that I'm not living with either of them pains my heart. I keep quite so Dawn doesn't walk in and notice something is wrong. I wipe my eyes and try to find my clothes. I feel around on my bed for the outfit my aunt leaves before she goes to work. I find long sweat pants and my old power puff girl tank top from elementary school. I take off my clothes and put on the tank top amazed it still fits me after all these years. I lift my body out of the wheel chair to put on the sweats. I use my bed as my balance and pick up the pants. Lifting up my leg I lose my balance and topple over hitting the floor almost face first. My hands catch the floor before my face hits it. Thank God I still have my reflexes. Dawn runs in and picks me up sitting me on the bed. She puts my pants on and makes sure I'm ok.

"Are you sure you’re ok? That was a pretty bad fall on your arms" she says with a slight bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"I guess I'm still tired" I answer still a little woozy from the fall. Dawn helps me lie down and checks my arms and legs for bruises.

"Few" she sighs in relief. "If she saw a bruise I would get killed" we both giggled at the reaction my aunt would make if she saw bruises and dawn flops on the bed her arm slapping my stomach in the process.

"Oomph" I grunt. "Hey that hurt." I say still giggling as I push dawn off the bed. She flops onto the floor still giggling. "Why don’t you get in your bed? I don’t have enough room for you to throw your body around. I also assume you mean my aunt when you said she. She being the one who brought you that bed." 

Dawn gets up and starts hopping on her bed. "You mean this bed?" she inquired before she hopped from her bed to mines. We both joke around before dawn gets back to homework. "You sure you want to take a nap? You seem pretty energized to me."

"Yep I'm tired" I joke while falling back into my bed sheets. "Now be gone from my presence peasant." I joke shooing her away as she walks out. She says something sarcastic back but my mind is too far away for me to hear.

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I open my eyes to a beautiful view of my aunt mom dad god-mom and other family members I couldn’t remember the names of all sitting with me praying over me surrounding me in the white bed. The pure white background makes me worried I’m in heaven. "Mommy am I dead." I whisper my voice of innocent terror trying not to get anyone else’s attention but my parents. They both look up with tears in their eyes and on faces. Everything gets quite they get up and hug me. Everything else disappears. I don’t feel their hugs anymore. I only hear my mom yelling everything is black. Who is she yelling at? I hear a man’s voice no a man and a woman. Not my mom her voice is sweeter then my moms. She is crying. I can’t open my eyes to see who she is yelling at. "Mommy" I try to say but it comes out as a whisper. Mommy don’t be mean. I say it more try to say it louder but it only fades with the last word. Mean...mean...mean...mean. I open my eyes with a view of my legs. They are in casts. I am in the white place again but everything is faded. I feel someone holding me crying. I look up to see my mom sobbing. I lift my arm up and put my hand on her face. "Mommy don’t cry. I am ok." Her eyes widen and she hugs me real tight. Everything fades even her but the hug and sobs stay.

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I am sitting up now in my bed. Something is pressed against my chest. I feel trickles of wetness fall on my shoulder. This feeling it’s so familiar but I can’t remember. It’s like it just happened but I can’t remember. I put my arms up to feel what’s hugging me. It’s a person no a woman. Why is she crying? I feel the need to hug her back but push her away. I want to know who it is but I can’t open my eyes no, not yet. Not for her. I feel anger as she hugs me tighter. I break my arms away from her back but put them back up on instinct. My anger is replaced by melancholy then finally nostalgia. These sobs... it’s so familiar... that perfume... this feeling... this hug. Who is she?

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Who is this woman? find out next chapter...