Silence and Hurricanes (Editing)

#Chapter 1: Dreams turing into reality

Don't let your nightmares consume you, or your dreams delude you.
-unknown

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Life is like a 360 degree circle we had to do in math class once or twice in our life. The circle breaks down into key sections, and every section is a different part of our life.

In section one we have family and friends - which breaks down how family-friendly and sosial you are.

Then in section two we have the ups and downs that we have in life, the troubles and the pleasures, fun and laughter, pain and heartache... I could go on but I think you get the point.

Everyday when you go through a struggle in life your 'downs' percentage goes up and your 'family', 'friends', 'pleasure' and 'ups' goes down.

Unfair? I know! But that's just how life works.

That is how I started. An average looking normal fourteen year old student. My family and friends' percentage took most of the space on my chart.

It took one night, just one long and terrible night that I can't really remember completely to make my chart the opposite of what it was.

The 'troubles' and the 'downs' are running the show now. The 'ups' are playing hide and go seek with 'pleasure' and both of them are hiding.

Family- there are maybe twenty percent left. My mum. Friends- What friends? They all abandoned me after they heard the news about what happend that night three years ago.

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I gained consciousness but couldn't quite open my eyes. It was really frustrating, I was aware of everything going on around me but I couldn't do much about it.

I felt a soft surface beneath me, a bed. The sheets were soft like silk. To my right was an annoying beeping sound penetrating itself straight into my head causing me to have a huge thumping headache.

Someone was holding my right hand, my left arm had something sticking in it, making it uncomfortable to move. I heard a couple of murmurs here and there while I was in and out of consciousness.

"How bad is the damage?"

"Will she recover completely?"

"It's been over two weeks, doctor?"

"How is she?"

"When is she going to wake up?"

All these questions I missed the answers to. All I knew was that I may be in the hospital, but why? I didn't do anything. Right? Did someone hurt me? The last thing I remember, was me staying at home because I did not feel very well.

"It can be any day now Mrs. Clark. It's not permanent damage to her stomach, I think her body is still in shock. She's a really lucky girl and a strong one at that."

Strong one? Who is he talking about? I'm not normally a strong person. I just pretend to be.

The doctor and my mum were talking in faint whispers. But I wasn't sure what they were talking about. What did that mean? Something's wrong with my stomach? But what?