187 And 185

Chapter 2

Callie and I walk up our steps, I have my arm over Callie's shoulders for support while she has her arm around my waist. trying to stay awake has never been something that was hard to do for me, but right now all I want to do is sleep.

"Eliana, Don't close your eyes! Ok. Stay with me, we're almost home." Callie's voice rang through my ears, my eyes slowly opening again.

"I'm t-trying... I'm just so tired."

"I know you are, but if you fall asleep you may never wake up." I hear the keys slide into the knob, the door squeaking open. "And if you never wake up again then you will never get to eat mint chocolate chip ice cream." Just as those words leave her mouth my eyes spring open and a sudden burst of energy courses through my veins. I lunge myself forward, Callie trying to catch me. I feel my nose hit first, the rest of my face follows right after. I get a full face of hardwood floor.

"Eliana!"

I hear Callie's boots hit the floor, she bends down and picks up my face, her hands on either side of my face. I smile, feeling warm liquid spread across my teeth.

"AHHHH!" Callie Squeaks, her high pitched voice ringing through my ears.

"Callie? Whats wrong?" I question not really understanding much since I'm pretty out of it at the moment.

"Eliana!" Callie screams out, I put my hand out, my eyes aren't focusing. I manage to see Callie being dragged out of the house by two men, they throw her into the trunk of their car. I see the license plate, it's, it's, 2FLT842.

I pull myself over to the kitchen and pull myself up by the fridge and write down the license plate number on the note pad. By the time I finish writing down the plate number, I collapse on the floor and everything goes black.

My eyes flutter open, everything is black. I can just barely see my hand in front of me. I slide my hand across the floor finding the bottom of the island, my hand travels up toward the granite top. I finally feel the smooth cool counter on my sour hand, pulling myself up on my good leg. I mange to brace myself on the counter and fully pull myself up on both feet.

I look down at my leg, realizing that my it's still not bandaged. I drag my foot a crossed the floor, trying to keep my balance. I reach the bathroom pushing open the door, and grab the door casing keeping my balance. Not wanting to fall on my face again. I realize that I still have blood all over my face, I take one good look in the mirror and throw up in the trash next to me.

I cling to the counter, my throat feels dry, stomach tightening, and I feel really dizzy. I look down at the trash can, half way filled up with vomit. It's revolting. I lift up both toilet seats, slowly sitting down on my knees, I lean my head over the toilet. I feel the vomit slowly coming up my throat.

"Oh god... Here it comes..." I hear all of the chunks plop into the toilet. "Gross." I grab some toilet paper and wipe my mouth off and throw it away.

I stand up clutching the counter, I turn the knob on the sink, hearing the water crash down on the porcelain. I let my head dip down, the cold water crashing a crossed my lips.

"Mmmmm..." I swallow all the water I can, burping occasionally as the cool water slides down my throat. Pushing myself up off the sink, I close my eyes for a minute, hoping to relax.

I can feel my heartbeat start to go down, I take this time to slowly let myself fall to the ground, my head resting against the cabinet. My heartbeat may be going down but I can still feel the thumping of it in my leg, I feel down my leg until I reach the gash. I scoot over and open up the cupboard, digging through all of the random junk piled everywhere. My fingertips finally find the smooth surface of the emergency kit. Throwing open the lid I search for the scissors, needing them to cut my jeans so I can get a better look at the gash. I feel the cool metal of the scissors against my palm, looking down I grab hold of them. I reach down and cut up my pant leg, which is surprisingly harder than it would seem, I'm at a very awkward angle.

Once I finished bandaging my leg I placed my hands on the edge of the counter and pulled myself up. Taking one step at a time, not sure if I can fullying stand on my bad leg yet. I let it hover over the ground for a moment before completely placing it on the ground. I look up at the mirror, scared of my reflection. Opening my eyes I see the blood crusted on my nose, small specs of blood on my forehead from the splatter.

My head still feels like it's pounding, I reach up to the cabinet behind the mirror, pushing some pills bottles out of the way to find the Advil. I see the white bottle, picking it up I twist the childproof cap, dumping out two pills. I throw the pills in my mouth, pushing them to the back with my tongue. I swallow, the two oval green pills sliding down my throat. I hear water rushing out of the silver faucet once I turned the knob far enough, I slide my head under, feeling the cool waves of water running down my throat. I stand back up and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, seeing blood on the back of my hand. I close the cabinet and take a long look at my face. It's beaten and bruised. I reach into the tall cabinet next to the sink, finding a small towel. I dip it under the water just enough to make it wet. I wipe off all the blood on my face, looking down at the once white towel.

"Well I'll hear an ear full once Callie finds out." I roll my eyes and rinse out the blood to my best ability then wipe my face again. She hates when I ruin the nice towels, she always says that they are for the guest not for us. Which I find very funny seeing that we have never had a guest in our house. But I guess it's whatever, I'll just buy her new ones.

I throw the bloody towel in the trash can, not thinking twice about it. I limp down the hallway to my room, grabbing the door casing, I swing around. Luckily landing on the softness of my bed, I lay my head back and shut my eyes. I let the headache calm down before deciding to really start doing anything.

I push off my combat boots with my feet. Next comes the skinny jeans, these are a lot harder to get off then I thought. I stand up pushing the jeans down my legs, plopping myself down on my bed. I push the pants the rest of the way off, watching out and making sure not to hurt my leg. I let my jacket slide off my shoulders and down my arms, almost ripping off my tank top, I let my back fall straight back onto the bed. Finally letting my body relax.