The Plane Crash

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Harry

I am lying in my bed with Tara curled into me. Her beautiful face is looking at me and her mouth is curled into a comforting smile. She all of a sudden gets up and stares at me. I can't say anything. I try to get up but my legs don't budge. I just sit there and watch what she does, I watch her every movement.

She loses her smile and picks up a small pocketknife from my dresser. My lucky pocketknife. All of a sudden, she takes my hand. I don't pull away, there is something in me resisting to pull my hand out of hers. She swipes the pocketknife starting from my wrist all the way to the tip of my middle finger. It doesn't hurt; in fact I don't feel anything at all. I pull my hand to my face and inspect it.

The blood oozes out and drips onto my bed. "Look closer at the blood." she says. It isn't Tara's voice, it's an old lady's voice that's filled with regret and sorrow. I glance down at my blood and look closer. "Look what's inside of it." I pay my full focus on it and what I see is something that will make me not ever think the same way about myself again. Ever.

I wake up panting and sweating. I feel as if I'm in a massive sweating burrito. I struggle to get the bed covers off of me so I can breathe. I sit up and run my hands through my hair.

I think back to the nightmare and shiver at the thought. I don't quite remember exactly what I saw but I know it was tiny and compact.

I stand up and immediately feel the right side of my body go numb. I fall to the hotel floor and wake Gemma. "Harry? Why are you lying on the floor?" She rubs her head and yawns. "I fell, there's something wrong with the right side of my body." I tried to stand up. I winced as I tried to get up and sit on the puffy hotel bed. "I'll get mum. Just...stay there and don't move." she quickly ran out the door and to my parents' room across the hallway and within five minutes, they were rushing across to get me to the hospital.

Tara

I'm standing at my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. I finally go with a pink graphic t-shirt that says To the moon and back. I throw a pair of shorts on after that that're short but not that short. And finally, I put on my long, thin black cardigan that reaches past my shorts length and I put my hair in a messy bun.

My mind quickly comes to Harry as I see the bag of coconut shavings siting inside my mom's baking counter. It reminds me if when we collected those coconuts and drank from them. I smile and open the breakfast cabinet. I pull out the box of Lucky Charms and pour myself a bowel.

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I'm sitting in our comfy living room couch reading City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Claire when I get a call. I look at the caller ID and it reads Sacramento Hospital. I pick up the receiver. "Hello?" I say and nervously twist my hair. "Hi, Tara." I hear Harry's voice. "Harry what happened!? Is everything okay?" I choked down the last few words. "I'm fine. They are analyzing some tests, though. I got up out of bed and the whole right side of my body just went completely numb. Next thing I know, I'm at the hospital with tons of people surrounding me and I'm talking to you!" "Oh my god..." Is all I manage to say. Then I hear silence. I know he's still there he just doesn't know what to say. Then he finally breaks the silence. "Yeah..." "I'll be there soon. I live in Las Angeles so we aren't that far apart. I'll be there in about three hours. Bye." I quickly hung up.

"Mom, I'm heading out for a while, I'll be back later! And I'm taking the car!" I yelled as I grabbed my messenger bag. "Okay! Be careful!" "Will do!" I headed out the door and to my mom's black convertible. I fumbled with the belt and finally got it in. I put the car in drive and start my journey.

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I'm sorry the chapter was really sucky and small, I told myself I would update tonight and I just don't have the energy to write anymore. I'll write a better chapter as soon as school stops being stupid.