Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Fifty-One

A blinding white light takes over my vision where I hear the screeches and the glass shattering all around me. It's just a second, I close my eyes in panic where I wake up somewhere else. . . different.

It seems only a second ago when I was in  the car, taking in hints of my lavender perfume and the orange scent of the car freshener. I was just talking to my dad, my hand over to the phone whilst now my fingertips are tracing through a smooth fabric in the slightest way.

I try to take in my surroundings the best I can, deciding not to open my eyes yet. I lay somewhere soft, where the place smells entirely of sanitizers, mild yet irritating. Sounds from a heart monitor fill the space continuously, beep. . . beep. . .beep. Slow and steady.

I hope it isn't mine though I know it could be. There was the strangest feeling of something else was attached to the back of my hand. The thought alone makes my head ache, making everything, the sounds, the thoughts, the memories a bit fuzzy.

I move my fingertips first, tracing through the fabric underneath as I try to gather my strength and courage to open my eyes. Slowly and with full doubts did my eyelids flutter, feeling my throat ran dry as I swallowed in while the picture registers in my head.

A clear white wall is right in front of me, blurry yet the picture remains clear to me of my whereabouts. The ceiling is in the same page as well. At my right side was a door with a steel handle and on the other is a blue sofa where my mom is sleeping, a small table where a vase of dandelions is placed.

I try to look back on my memory but it only causes me more pain in my head that I had to stop. It hurts. . . It hurts like hell.

"That hurts," I mumble to myself, barely hearing through my hoarse voice and fuzzy state of mind. I feel tired, as if I haven't rested in a long while, the exhaustion starts seeping through me the moment I try to map out the scenes in my head.

I feel my eyelids against me, where I lay there tired beyond recognition. Instead of going along, I blink, a few times or more to have my sight as clear as crystal. Discomfort suddenly runs to my system as I have always been accustomed to the smell of lavender in the air yet it's gone. . .

Dad walks in the room, seeming utterly distressed. It is his look of desperation and disappointment though I haven't seen that in a while. The last time I did was when he saw my poor grade when I was in elementary. I blink again, my vision sharpening at the sight of him with more graying hair and lines upon his face. I don't know whether it's the stress or something else that has been bugging him yet I know I haven't seen him in a worse state.

"D-Dad," I call out, feeling my vocal chords turn hoarse as if I haven't used them in ages. Still, I try again, "D-Dad." His head snaps to my direction and all of a sudden, a bright smile shows up on his face. There is that look of joyful disbelief as he wakes my mom up and they both come towards me.

Dad calls for a doctor and informs my mom that one is coming right away. Then he starts asking me how I'm feeling, if I'm alright, if I want something but no, I really don't. I don't even know what's going on.

I keep answering their questions, yet their voices start to overlap, my head starts throbbing. Both memories and current scenarios are fighting for which takes domain over my head. I hold my temple, shutting my eyes while telling my parents to stop talking. . .

"I'm sorry it's just— giv-giving me headache," I barely croak out as they both stay in silence, the look of hesitancy and concern written all over their faces.