Save Us From Their Long Run

Visits From the Past

***IMPORTANT: After the squiggly lines, if there is no name to directly refer to who's point of view it is then it will be Avery's POV.***

I really wish I hadn't woken up. The pain was so unbearable I almost screamed when my eyes opened. All I could process were the doctors looming up above me, stabbing at my skin. I could feel it all, even if it was only for a second, and I wished I could die in that very moment. But then I felt the anesthetic seeping into my consciousness and before I knew it I was back under my dreamless sleep.

At least I thought it was dreamless.

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---Bree---

I've never felt so relieved. The moment the doctors had told Lydia that Avery would be alright I felt a heavy weight being lifted off my shoulders. They informed us that every couple of hours we would need to change her bandages and apply a soothing cream for her mild burns, but if she was allowed to stay for one more night and she didn't have any complications then we could take her home.

I immediately left to tell Tyler but as I entered his room I found he was asleep and I didn't want to wake him. I went to the little store the had on the first floor and bought myself some puzzle booklets to keep me busy and some drinks for the others before finding myself back in Tyler's room, book in hand and waiting for him to open his eyes so I could update him on everything.

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I was sitting on my stairs, watching the door at the bottom. Mom was blocking my view but I could tell someone was standing in front of her. She turned her head around and looked at me with tears streaming down her face, so naturally I felt my eyes well up with tears. She left her position at the door and knelt next to me, wiping the tears from my face.

"Don't cry baby girl, it'll be over soon." she whispered in a soothing voice.

I nodded and closed my eyes, and when I opened them again something was different.

I was peeking through a crack in the door, watching my father as he held the form of my sobbing mother. She opened her eyes for a moment and saw me, and her gasp was what caught my fathers attention. He stood up quickly and shut the door with a jolt which had me falling backward on the floor in shock. I shut my eyes as I fell, having some weird notion that if I didn't see myself fall then it wouldn't hurt as much, but that was wrong.

Once again the scene changed as my eyes cracked open slowly. I sat up in the bed I had just appeared in, pushing the covers aside and climbing quietly out of bed and out my bedroom door. I could hear movement downstairs and I quietly descended the steps, attempting to be soundless. I entered the living room and froze.

My mother sat down on the floor, her back facing me, and she was crying again. I don't know why she was upset, but she obviously didn't want us to know, so I just observed her silently. She was holding something, a box maybe, and she whimpered as a piece of paper fell from it. She hastily grabbed it and stuffed into its original carrier, and she began to turn, so I ran to my bedroom and shut the door, throwing myself into bed and covering myself just as the door creaked open once more and my mother lifted the sheets, laying down and hugging me close.

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When I woke up it was morning, and shattered pieces of dreams were still lingering in my mind, but were soon forgotten. I felt a slight weight on my shoulder and saw that my hair was braided over my shoulder, flowers woven in between the strands. I smiled and felt around my head, finding that I had a crown of flowers woven carefully into my hair.

I became alert in an instance. I snapped my head sideways and saw her, the only one who had ever braided my hair before, let alone put flowers in it. I choked on my own spit at the sight of a roughed up looking Rose standing by the door, a hand at her hip and another holding a now petal less flower, and a small smile playing at her lips. She looked as if it was perfectly normal for her to be there.