Identity

Chapter 2: Drowsiness

Hello, sorry this is both late and short.  I will try to get the next one up on time though.  However, The next upload will be the actual prologue  of the book.

   He texted but I bothered not to either read it nor reply. As soon as I came home, I went straight to the shower and sat in the water, fathoming what my life would be like if my life was average, just as I do most nights since the accident. Afterward, I began to head to my bed before realizing that I still needed to write a new chapter. Today was a Q and A day. I sat down in front of my computer and began to scroll through the questions.

   "Is your family together and happy, together and suffering, Apart and happy, or apart and suffering?" I sighed. My reply, "Together and happy," but deep down we weren't. "What is the worst thing you have ever done to your best friend?" I thought for a second. "I ignored her for a year because she was moving, and I thought that if I'd just forgotten about her then it wouldn't be as hard to watch her leave." I published the chapter, too tired to answer any more harsh questions. Afterward, I fell asleep, dreamless as always.

   I woke up earlier than my alarm the next morning, so I decided to get up anyway. I went through my entire morning routine, but by the end, I had a pounding headache. But I just shook it off and walked to school. By the first bell, however, I could hardly stand, the pain was so unbearable. I pulled out my first aid bag and grabbed three painkillers. Aspirin, Ibuprofen, and acetaminophen, then I swallowed them all while trying not to look like a drug addict. I sighed as I felt the grip on my head relax, but I started to feel really drowsy. I stumbled into my history-Mr. Bechtel-class.

Mr. Bechtel's point of view

   I was startled to see Rosianna walk into the classroom like a drunk. Her face looked so tired and there were bags under her eyes. I watched as she hobbled over and sat down at her desk. I sighed and began my lesson, but not before stealing a quick glance at Rosianna. No later than when I had just turned back to my lesson, did a girl who sat next to Rosianna, Kayla, I think, screamed. I whipped around, eyes wide, to watch in horror as Rosianna slumped over and fell to the ground, shaking violently. Soon, the entire class was screaming in panic as all anyone could do was watch. I then turned to my other student, Max, and he rolled his eyes. "Everybody calm down! " I shouted over the chaos. Alas, it was an effort made in vain. Just then, the principal burst into the room. Her eyes widened in horror as she pulled out her phone to call the ambulance, at least, I hope so.

Rosianna's point of view

   Beep. Beep. Beep. I winced as the memories came flooding back to me. I was so tired. It was so hard to keep my eyes open. "Rosianna, darling, it's time to go to sleep. It's late. Shh, you've had a rough day. I love you baby girl. We will be here when you wake." S-she would be there. I smiled to myself and followed her words. Sleep never hurt anyone. Except, now I was in a hospital bed. I attempted to lift my hand to my face but quickly realized that a UV unit was there, so I stopped.

   A nurse walked in along with Mr. Bechtel. I quickly closed my eyes. I had no desire to speak to anyone at the moment. "I saw her fall over,"is she going to be ok?" I assumed Mr. Bechtel asked. "I-i think so. It took the doctor a while to flush the toxin out, but she should make a full recovery soon." I heard a sigh of relief. I then heard someone rush into the room. "Is she ok?!" It was Miss Reicher. "Yes." The nurse replied solemnly. "I'll let you be with her." Spoke Mr. Bechtel. He left along with the nurse, I assumed, because I heard more than one pairs of feet leave. "Hey, are you ok?" Miss Reicher spoke quietly, knowing I could hear. I sighed.

"The whisper of a man named sleep,

Floats smoothly to the girl called stress.

It reaches her from where she weeps,

And scares away thy man dubbed fear.

For the man called sleep,

And Stress who used to weep,

'We're always one,

But not the way you think'"

   Miss Reicher was silent. "It hurts," I choked out. I opened my eyes and she stood there, her face void of emotion. "I know, I know." She was the only one who did. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked softly. "I-I had a headache, so I took a few painkillers and then I started feeling really tired. A-and I heard her... She spoke to me." I whispered the end. "Who?" She pushed. "My mother." Miss Reicher stood there with wide eyes. "Can you tell me what she said?" I though. "She said, 'Rosianna, darling, it's time to go to sleep. It's late. Shh, you've had a rough day. I love you baby girl. We will be here when you wake," and I did."

"I did."

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