Chosen

Chapter 2

     "Careful sweetie, careful," my mother worried. I was walking down the steps of the hospital.

     "Mom if I walk I'm not going to go into a coma," I giggled. I spent the next week in the hospital just to make sure I was healthy enough and wouldn't slip back into one. I carelessly skipped to our car with my mother and father hand and hand behind me. They were so grateful that I woke up. They had hope the whole time and I was happy that they did. If they hadn't then why would they stop by everyday to see my face? If I had a child that slipped into a coma I would definitely be surprised if I go see my child on a regularly basis and then one day you see them sitting up in their hospital bed, and that's exactly what happened.

     The only problem is, is that I feel very different. It's not a bad different but it sure is a big difference. Before my accident I was always calm and never cared about my surroundings but now my thoughts are always racing and I'm more alert. It's not only that I feel alert and my thoughts are always racing, every touch is more textured, every smell and taste is more divine, I capture more image than I use to and my hearing is much more fulfilled. Again, I think it's just a side affect of the different medicine that I've been taking but some part of me is saying that it's not. My brain is telling me it's from the accident but I ignore my thoughts and just go with what I assume.

     When I get home I take in the nice spicy smell of my home. It always smells like cinnamon or apple pie.

     "Did you get more candles mom?" I ask.

     "No, why?" She replies then asks.

     "Oh," I become confused.

     "Well, the scent is stronger," I answer.

     "Right dad?" I ask for reassurance.

     "Same old, same old," My father replies then sits down to watch television.

     "Strange, I guess I've gotten used to the hospital smell," I hesitate to tell my mom.

     "I suppose," my mother kisses my forehead and heads for the laundry room to do laundry. My curiosity is over the top, so I take my antibiotics to my room and do some research about it.

     "Nothing, nothing, nothing," I mumble while scrolling my mouse and still trying to find similar "side affects" from my medicine. Then I hear a loud knock on the door. I cover my ears because it was so loud.

     "Come in!" I shouted. My mother walked into my coral colored room.

     "Kendra, don't shout," my mother gently scolded.

     "Why did you knock so hard?" I ask. She didn't seem angry, so that wasn't the case.

     "What do you mean?" She asked with a puzzled expression slapped across my mother's face.

     "Never mind," I dropped the conversation.

     "Well sweetie, dinner is ready," my mother informed. I could smell the wonderful scents from the second level.

     "Lemon chicken with Alfredo sauce?" I guessed smelling every detail. My mother looked surprised.

     "Why yes, I cooked up a hardy meal to start school tomorrow," she gawked still surprised that I guessed the dinner. Hungry, I stood up, closed my laptop and followed my mother downstairs.

     "Smells good in here," my father commented sitting down in his chair.

     "Thank you Jared," my mother replied.

     "No problem, Nancy," my father joked as they pecked each others lips.

     "Ewwww, gross," I grimaced jokingly.

     "Oh, hush you'll be like up one day," my father replied while pretending to shoo me away.

     "Sure dad, sure," I chuckled. I really did miss my family. While waiting to be served I inspected my arms. They looked a little whiter than usual.

     "Hey mom? What happened to my arms?" I asked seeing if it was just me.

     "Well," my mother began.

     "We don't want to scare you but you've been burnt in the fire," my mother finished serving my father his plate. My throat closed at the thought of me being burnt.

     "Luckily, the burns weren't that major so the doctor could fix you right up!" My father added taking a bite of the chicken.

     "What were you doing at that factory anyway?" My mom asked getting angry.

     "Well, first of all I want to say sorry, but I was just being stupid because I just turned fifteen. I didn't know what was going to happen," I honestly stated.

     "Well, because Jackie technically pushed you into the fire, her parents and police agreed to send her to encampment for at least a year and a half then send her to boarding school. I never liked her from the start," my father tried explaining.

     "I don't think that I'll be friends with Jackie anytime soon," I replied. My mother then served me my dinner and I dug in. I could taste the amount of lemon and bailey used in the chicken. The creamy and fluffy Alfredo sauce tops it off for a complementing start. Every bite felt like entering heaven.

     "Look who learned how to cook!" I joked shoving more chicken into my mouth.

     "Honey, I always make chicken this way," my mother laughed taking a sip of water. I began to get a scared feeling.

     "Mom, I'm getting scared," I confessed right away. My mother and father looked at me with soft and welcoming eyes.

     "Of what sweetie? Dad will always protect you," my mother reassured.

     "No, it's nothing like that. Everything is just completely different. It's nothing like it used to be. I feel like my body is messed up," I blurted breaking into tears. I felt like nothing would be the same again. I felt hopelessness. Soon my mother and father rush to me and I received their warm loving arms and their touch connected with my heart.

     After my dinner and shower, I went strait into my bed and tried to fall asleep. After fifteen minutes of waiting for my eyes to close, I gave up and decided that I'll just read a book. Before turning my lamp back on I saw that my laptop was still running. I quickly opened it to shut it off then realized I was researching my antibiotics.

     "No, it's not a side affect," I thought. I then slowly shut down my computer and snatched my book off my desk. It was "Harry Potter" book one. I read for what seemed like an hour and decided I was becoming sleepy. When I checked the time three hours had passed.

     "Oh my lord!" I whispered to myself and laid down to fall asleep.

     "How was that three hours?" I asked myself. I ignored the time and fell asleep. I ignore things a lot because it seems like it would help, but it never does and it's an endless cycle of ignoring my thoughts. I have to learn to accept otherwise I'll be swimming in a pool of dread.