Annabel

CHAPTER 5

Beep...
Beep...
Beep...

"Her vitals looks good, it's just a matter of time before she wakes up"

Who was that and what vitals are they talking about? Why does that beeping sound so familiar? Why can't I open my eyes!

I swear this is the most frustrated I've ever been. I kind of figured that I was in hospital but why couldn't I wake up. My body just wouldn't agree with me! Opening my eyes would be a great start but no... they just won't fucken open.

"If only I hadn't left her there alone. I should've stayed until you returned"

That sounded like Danny. Was he crying?  That is a definite sight to see but my eyes won't open. I really just want to see him cry, was I asking for a lot? But anyway, besides Danny, I could tell that Sasha was here from the constant cussing.

If only I could raise my middle finger. That's all I wanted right now. Imagine being flicked off my a person in a coma. Priceless i tell you, it would be funny until I do it to my parents.  Speaking of parents where are they?
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Finally!  I don't know how long it's been but I finally manage to open my eyes. Everything is a blur at first but after a while of adjusting I realise that I'm alone. I take this as an opportunity to assess my wounds as much as possible without causing too much pain to myself, which I must admit was impossible. Every part of my body ached really bad but I wasn't ready to let anyone know that I was awake yet.

I tried to get out of bed... I don't know where I was going but I was determined to escape one way or another. Every step I took made the pounding in my head worse. It felt like being hit with a brick continously which made my escape slower than I thought it would.

"Uhmmm... where do you think you're going? "

Damn...why now! I way out my options on possible escape routes and judging from my injuries and lack of speed, I know I won't get far but it was worth a try.

" I asked you a question Annabel"

I just starred at him. I think it just hit me now how gorgeous Danny's eyes were.

"I was looking for the bathroom" I tried to lied but my voices sounded like an old engine that wouldnt turn on and he obviously didn't believe me because he just spun me around and ushered me back to my bed.

I think I might have over done it a bit because the level of pain I was in was outrageous. It seems like this day was just getting worse, the nurse came in just as I was about to get back into bed and I swear if looks could kill I'd be dead from the look she was giving me.

I gave her the biggest smile I could mange without making my migraine worse than it already is.

"That isn't going to work sweetie, I've dealt with your kind before."

Ouch...that hurt a little. Actually I'm highly offended but I'm too worn out to bring it up, maybe later after a nap.

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"Annabel the only way to deal with what happened is to talk about it. Bottling it in and acting as if you are not bothered isn't the way to go about it"

Here we go again. Different psychologist, same bullshit. Why couldn't they just understand that I  don't want to talk about it. What happened has happened and there's nothing that could possibly be said that could make that awful day go away. Reliving it isn't my definition of healing.

"Can I go now? I've heard this speech before"

Honestly I must give Dr. Clarke credit for the amount of patience she has. I really felt sorry for my outbursts but I hate being forced to do something I don't want to.

She sighed and closed her note book. She looks at her watch then at me. " You made it to 15 minutes today, good luck. Let's aim for half an hour next time" She smiles at me but it doesn't reach her eyes.

" I'm sorry but just not ready to talk about it" I sigh

" I'm here for you if you want to talk". I smile at her. It's not like she's doing it because she cares. I'm paying for her to sit here and tell me the same thing everyday, then write me a prescription of antidepressants when I run out of them.

After another eventful session with Dr. Clarke all I wanted to do was eat ice cream and catch up on my school work.

When I get home Sasha is cooking up a storm. The kitchen is a mess but that's expected when chef sash is in the kitchen.

" I thought it was my turn to cook today"

Sasha looks at me with a huge smile on her face. She was making her famous chicken a la king. I thought that was for special occasions only. I hope I didn't forget anything because I sure as hell wasn't in the mood for company today...or any other day actually.

I walk to my room and lock the door... or more like pace when I saw her following me.

"Dinner will be ready in 15" She shouts.

Ever since I returned from the hospital and Sam and Danny stopped popping in every two minutes,  Sasha took it upon herself to be my care taker aka a snitch to my doctor.

I decide that it's the perfect time to take a shower, maybe it'll take me out of this shitty mood I'm in. I know that was the stupidest thought I've had in an hour,  but if it'll help me make it through dinner without walking out on sash or not eating my food then I'll keep lying to myself.

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It's been 4 weeks since I left the hospital and today I was determined to make it to class. For the past week Sasha has had me on serious lock down. She even managed to get me my assignments and notes but refuses to tell me how she got them. She's always been sneaky.

After an extreme and unnecessarily long hot shower I chose to wear leggings, and oversized sweater and uggs. I've always believed that comfort was key and besides I needed to cover up all my bruises and this awful weather was working in my favour.

I really thought I'd miss going to school but being in class made me regret getting out of bed. Not even my new friend Harry was here today, and to make it worse I have an appointment with Dr. Clarke today.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of being in that office again. Today I was aiming for 20 minutes or less.

When I got to her office I was greatful for the heater. Her office was usually cold, which is one of the reasons I hated coming here.

"Hello Annabel, how are you doing today? "

"Hello doctor. I'm all good " I felt a little off about this session and I didn't know why which scared me.

"So today I'd like to try a different approach. Since you refuse to talk about how you feel about what happened, how about we start the injuries you sustained...

When I woke up from the hospital i refused to listen to the injuries i had sustained. My body was in pain and that's all that mattered at the time. I didn't want to know what damage Bryan had caused to my body. Looking at myself was bad enough.

I knew I had to go through this at some point in time, so why not now...

"Sure, let's do that " She looks taken back by my response. She hesitates a little before regaining her composure and opening my file.

I could feel my heart rate increase at little at she takes a deep breath before starting to read out my injuries...