CHIKLIT/ROMANCE
"BULL! You still love that useless prick!"
"Harley!" I cry, "It's not him that I want! I lo-"
He punches the wall, forcing my favorite memory to shatter across the floor, "I'm going to kill him!"
Haunted by her memories, Liana...
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My mouth felt dry. I couldn't seem to swallow my saliva. It was as if something was lodged in my throat forcing my mouth to hang wide open. I ached all over, especially along the right side of my body. I wanted to move, but I felt as if I was weighted down by something. The strange part was, I didn't feel nervous or panicked by the pressure; even the heaviest part which seemed to be along the top and to the side of my body. I felt quite the opposite. I felt safe and secure. It was if for the first time I could sleep and never have to wake up into another terrible nightmare again. I almost did too, but something or should I say, someone, stopped me from slipping away.
I had begun to welcome the void of darkness one final time, but I heard a sound. It was angelic. It was only four simple words, but those words filled my heart with joy, "I love you, Mama."
It was Mary Lou's voice. She was speaking to me. The darkness didn't seem so inviting anymore. I wanted to awake and survive. I wanted more than anything to tell her I loved her too. I had to wake up. I was determined to fight through the unconscious world. I heard another voice mumble, "Never again," before snoring in a rhythmic pattern. It was Harley.
Harley was there. He was in the room...with me. Having Mary Lou and Harley so close to me gave me the strength to not give up. I called out, "Mary Lou! Harley! I am going to be okay!" They didn't respond. They were both so close, but they couldn't seem to hear me. The urge to survive became stronger and stronger, "I must wake up! They both need me! I-I need them!"
I tried once more to call their names, "Mary Louuuu! Harleeeeey! Please! Can you hear me? I am here!"
All the sudden I felt it. The reason why my mouth felt so dry...I had an oxygen tube shoved down my throat. Panic filled my subconscious. I had to get the tube out. They had to know I was okay. The sound of beeping started to echo throughout my ears. It was slow at first, but with each time I attempted to open my eyes the sound became louder and the noise raced faster and faster with the drumming of my heart. I heard Mary Lou ask Harley, "Do you think Mama will wake up today?"
"Harley mumbled, "Go to sleep sweetheart. It is two in the morning. You really need to get some rest."
"But, I'm not sleepy. What if she wakes up while I am asleep?" Her words came out worried and scared. She needed me. She needed my comfort.