Part of a Machine <Completed>

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I dont know why but I love this so much

Speedpaint by Lazy Eule
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CRACK

I shot out of bed, gasping for my breath. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck. I shut my eyes tightly and pressed the heels of my hands (i think thats what its called) to my eyes.

I've been having this dream ever since 8th grade. Well, it wasnt really a dream since it actually happened. I guess it was a memory instead of a dream.

I took deep breaths to calm myself. I could still hear the deafening crack when I hit the ground.

I rested my head on my pillow and fell back into the dark abyss of sleep.

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My eyes fluttered open and I was blinded by a bright light. As my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in a hospital. I could hear the monitors surrounding me softly beeping and the footsteps of doctors and nurses walking up and down the halls.

I studied the white sheets that covered the rest of my body.

What happened?

I searched my memories and suddenly remembered.

Usnavi

The tree

Falling

CRACK

I winced as I replayed the scene in my head.

How was I still alive? There was no way anyone could've survived that high of a fall.

I tried to move my arm so I could rub my face but it felt numb. What if I was paralyzed? I tried to move my other limbs and relaxed a little when I realized that I could still move a little. My body was just exhausted.

Soon enough, my thoughts began to fog up and I fell asleep again.

The next time I woke, I was in the car with George.

I was lying on the back seats with a pillow under my head. I propped myself up with an arm and groaned at the effort.

"Alex, lay down. We just got out of the hospital. You need rest," I heard a voice from the driver's seat say. I shut my eyes tightly and laid back down. All my movements felt sluggish. It was like I was underwater. Everything was muffled.

My whole body felt stiff. I could barely move my body.

I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, I found myself in my room.

I felt much better than before. I could see and hear clearly and I could move easily.

I tested my legs to see if they would hold my weight. Suprisingly, I felt as good as new.

As I stood up, I heard my stomache growl. Loudly.

I wobbled over to the kitchen and ran into my foster brother, Laf.

"Hey Laf, whats in the fridge? I'm starving!" I asked him. I waited for his response but it never came. His face was pale and looked shocked. He was stuttering and trying to get his words out.

I put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him. He slapped it away and started to back up.

"W-what are you- How- Usnavi said-" he said before his eyes focused in something behind me. I turned around and was met with George and Martha. They both had worried expressions on their faces.

George walked over to me while Martha went to Laf.

"Alex, how are you feeling?" my foster father asked kindly.

"Fine. Hey, whats wrong with Laf?" I said but George waved it off.

"You've been asleep for a few days now. Theres are a few new things that happened whole you were alseep."

I snuck a look at Laf and saw him staring at ne with wide eyes while Martha was telling him something.

I shook it off and returned my attention back to Washington.

"We have to move." He said softly.

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I shot up once again, but this time to the sound of my alarm.

Ever since we had moved, I've been dreaming about those few days every night. The same questions always plagued my head.

Why was Laf so shocked to see me?
How long had I been sleeping?
Why did we move so suddenly?

I missed Usnavi but Laf and I had made some pretty great friends when we moved here.

We had met the Schuylers, John, Herc, Burr, Maria, James (Madison), and Thomas, my boyfriend.

As I got out of bed, Laf's face from all those years ago was still painted in my mind. Even though we were in our 3rd year of high school now, I could still remember every detail from that day.

But why? Why was he so shocked to see me?

Did he expect that I was dead or something?

After seeing me, Laf had acted a little stange around me. He would talk softly, which was very unusual for him. I would also catch him staring at me sometimes. Eventually, he got over what ever was happening to him and we became close again.

As I got ready for school, I let my thoughts drift. I began to replay my fall from the big tree. How did I not die? Maybe I was just lucky.

Maybe

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Is this making any sense for u guys?

im also rlly srry for not updating!!! Cause of school☹️

im currently at a party rn...

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