Maybe It Was Fate

Chapter Thirty-Six

I know it has been forever and a day since I last uploaded. Not only have I been swamped with school work but I've had writers block! Yay...

Anyways, here is the chapter!!!!! Finallyyyyy! 

The book will be coming to an end very soon. I'm so glad that you have all tagged along with this book and been as patient as you have been. 
I know the slow uploads must have been excruciatingly frustrating but you've all been the best support. 

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Love, 
Me

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After hours of pointless waiting, I was finally dismissed from the hospital. Files were shoved into my arms, my brain attempted to grasp at the instructions spilling from the doctor's mouth all while balancing the throb in the side of my head.

Chris stands tautly beside me, his arms falling stiffly at his side.

"If you forget anything, it's all in the files I gave you." The doctors voice chases me down the hall as I walk towards the elevator, desperate to taste fresh air again.

Boy, does it smell good. I inhale, closing my eyes, letting the crispness in the air claw at my lungs.

My Mum's car is park along a side street. Through the clouded glass, I can see her leaning in the backseat, probably trying to get Michael to keep his seatbelt on.

A small smile pulls against my lips as I approach the car. A smile curls against my brother's lips when he sees me. He settles against the chair, pointing out the window at me.

Chris and I both slide into the backseat, my body melting against the seat with exhaustion. I haven't even done anything and I'm ridiculously tired.

Chris' hand intertwines with mine, the warmth and comfort from his palm seeping into mine. It's relatively cold today, winter loitering around the August air.

In the review mirror, my mother's eyes catch mine every now and then, a sense of worry dancing in them, before they flick back to the road.

An unnerving feeling pools in my stomach, slightly nauseating me. Michael is engrossed in a well-worn book, the pages torn and dog-eared. He doesn't look the slightest bit concerned about anything. I guess that's the perks of being that age.

Relief and a sense of home overwhelms me as we turn into the familiar street that I live on. I want nothing more than to run upstairs and dive onto my bed with a good book. But I can't. The slight ache that still resides in my head advices me against running up the stairs.

Not only does my head stop me, but the look in my mothers' eyes does too. My Mum pulls into Chris' driveway, waving him off with what looks to me like a very forced smile.

"I'll drop my later." He calls just before entering his house.

I wait for my Mother to enter the kitchen, Michael waddling behind her, a bored look in his eyes.

"Hey Mikey, do you wanna go play with your Legos?" I ask.

His eyes light up with excitement as he nods vigorously.

"Okay, go set them up and I'll be up in a minute."

I listen to the echo of his footsteps trudge up the stairs and wait until he's in his room.

"Mum..." I begin.

"What is it, sweetie?" Her eyes avoid mine and that's when I know something just isn't right.