Magnolia (playboi carti fanfic)

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I blinked in and out of consciousness.

The longest I remained conscious might have been for a minute.

In that minute, I seen a man hovering over me.

He seems to be in his late twenties, due to the stubble on his chin and the wrinkles creasing into his forehead.

He waves his fingers in front of my eyes, but then I blacked out.

I was back in the next second due to his voice. I could faintly hear him asking me something. Whatever he was asking, he kept repeating it.

"Ma'am." I could hear. "Ma'am I need you to tell me your name."

Oh. I thought.

"Schenell. Schenell Manning." He nodded, leaving me probably to report that information.

I didnt black out anymore. And that's when I felt the sharpest pain in my leg.

Its the pain that doesnt make you cry. You just let out the loudest yelp, and breathe until it goes away.

Thats what I did. I let out a surping yelp that immediately got attention from parademics.

They pulled out a gurney to the side of me. I could hear them count down to 2, and lift my body onto it.

I looked down at my leg, seeing a bloody mess.

I dont think my leg is supposed to bend that way.

That's when the memories prior hit me. I was saying sorry to that old woman. And next thing I know the bus is flipping like a gymnast trying to win nationals.

"Schenell, i'm Roger Korhey. You've been in a fatal bus crash." His words fly over my head as im now in an ambulance.

I think I nod. But I know I don't answer.

He talks more, but not to me. It sounds like he's going over a list of things. Probably things thats wrong with me.

Suddenly, a surge of exhaustion comes over me. And I past out into another period of unconsciousness.

***

Dade County Collision.

Several cars packing into each other due to a broken traffic light.

It started with one car, crossing the light at the lights direction when it actually wasnt supposed to.

That car ran into another car. Which made our bus jam into the back of that one, since we lacked warning to stop.

It was like a chain reaction.

That ended up with the entire block being a bloody array of cars and bodies in the streets like it was some final destination movie scene.

22 dead, 49 wounded.

All because of a glitch that the mayor postponed fixing because of "budgets".

I was one of the lucky one's in the group.

Coming out of the crash with a broken leg, and a fractured foot.

"Nothing a Cam Walker cant fix." My doctor says after successly wrapping my leg in one.

This pain hurts like nothing i've felt before. Although its currently numbed a bit due to the Oxycontin i'm on.

My mom is here now. She hugged me, almost lifting my body off the bed which hurt because my leg shifted.

I winced, causing her to loosen her hold.

"She needs to watch out for how much pressure she puts on her leg, or it might not heal properly which will result in a permanent limp. Other than that, make sure she takes two of these each day." He hands my mom two bottles of the stuff.

I know it's oxycontin, but it's a drug.

And it sounds much funner to refer to drugs as "stuff".

"One when she wakes up, and another mid day."

My mom nods, looking over to me.

She looks full of relief, but contradictingly also full of stress.

Maybe she was happy I was alive, but not looking forward to the hospital bills.

I mean, I could understand how ridiculous they could be. They charged $50 just for an aspirin.

However it wasn't like we were struggling.

We aren't rich. But my mom was a strenographer for the court. And that earned her a pretty clean salary.

She was banking over $60,000 a year. Which was enough to pay for our house, and anything else we could want.

So a hospital bill shouldn't really be something to stress over.

So that could only lead me to wonder what she was uptight about.

I was discharged.

I waited until we were out of the room, out of the hospital for the sake of how sick people creeped me out, until I spoke.

My mom probably thought I was traumatized, but its just that nothing had came up in my mind worth vocalizing.

"I can still go to art camp right?" Nothing except that.

Ive spent my entire life in home school. Only time I really left my home was to do some midnight surfing with Jaime.

Maybe my mom was one of those moms that wanted to keep their childs sheltered from the bads of the worlds.

But if that was the case, I honestly wouldnt mind.

A part of me liked being isolated with just me, my mom, and the ocean.

But a huge part wondered what I was missing out on.

So yeah, thats why I begged my mom to death to let me go to art camp. I mean I was 17, and would be off to college soon.

This would be my last year to sign up.

I cant tell how long it took me to persuade her. But with how dedicated I was to get her to say yes, i'd be damned if some bus crash kept me from going now.

She looked over at me, a look I was unfamiliar with. A sarcastically humorous look that said, "Youre joking right?"

"Shelly.." She started, causing my eyes to fall to the floor. "You barely just got out of the hospital. You need some therapy sessions, maybe a personal trainer to help you around with that thing."

"Mom, you promised." She was right, and I had no argument. So that was the only thing I could say.

"Yeah, before something so traumatic happened. You need to heal first."

"Whatever."

That was the last thing I said to her on the way home.