🎈30.🎈

1.4K 35 2
                                        


Under water.

That's where I am.

I'm under water, at the bottom of the sea; I'm staring at the surface that I'll never be able to reach. The sunlight creeks up on my reflection but I feel so empty. The warmth I'm suppose to receive isn't reaching me at all.

My eyes open and close slowly as I stare at the surface. How can I reach the surface when I'm not even moving?

But every time I do, it feels like I'm trying to break through a brick wall. I know exactly how hard those are because I've been keeping them up for a while now.

Why am I so good at holding in my breath? Have I become the queen of the sea? Am I The all powerful queen?

This is relaxing. It's not as horrible as I thought it would be. One of my biggest fears turned into a peaceful mind set, or so I thought...

I closed my eyes for a second and once I opened them a hand appeared and pushed me further down, I didn't even know that was possible.

I gripped my hand and began to scream like crazy. The bubbles of oxygen slipped away from my body and raced up to the surface.

It only took a few seconds before my body fell limb and I watched myself falling further down until I disappeared in the darkness of the sea.

Fear strikes again.

I quickly opened my eyes and looked around. This isn't a dream because I hear all the monitors beeping, I feel all the pain exploding within my body, I taste the blood in my mouth, I smell the irony blood everywhere, and the bright lights blind me.

"Hey there." I heard a familiar voice say. I turned to my side and looked at Phoebe who stood at the side of my bed, gripping his clipboard. I pulled the oxygen mask from my mouth, "oh no, you can't talk." He said quickly, "you can't talk at all, this is the healing process." He said as he looked down at his board, "do you remember the last thing that happened?" He asked. I nodded my head slowly as I squinted my eyes, "oh right, I'm sorry." He said as he dimmed the lights, "the screaming damaged your cords even more and the pain caused you to pass out, we had to rush you into surgery because we were afraid that permanent damage was made... but once we were in there we realized it isn't as bad as we thought. The healing process should happen fast, you can't talk for a week or two." He explained as he looked down at me with his stupid perfect hair.

"Oh thank god she's awake." My dad said as he rushed into the room. I blinked slowly as I looked up at him, "how are you feeling?"

I can't speak, remember?

"Also 5% of your hearing is back, the rest should come back soon." Phoebe said with a small smile.

"Thank you doctor." My dad said as he sat on the chair next to my bed.

"I'll be back to check on you soon." Phoebe smiled as he walked out.

I looked away and turned to face the white walls that have been driving me absolutely bat shit crazy.

"We'll be going home soon, give it a couple more days." Dad said as he stroked my hair gently. Soon isn't soon enough, "I'll take some days off work and we can watch your favorite movies. Sounds good?" He asked. I turned back to face him and blinked slowly. How do I communicate when I can't use my fingers because they're fucking broken, my voice is obviously fucked, I can't even nod my head because of a killer headache, "your friend has been waiting to see you." He said.

Losers' Club //Richie Tozier//Where stories live. Discover now