Surviving The Devil

14. The sick baby

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CHAPTER 14: The sick baby

I was laid on my bed quietly till nine thirty, Dillan already left for college after a lot of struggle. Struggle? Because he wanted to stay home and look after me.

He made me delicious breakfast as well, which I have not taken in yet.

I felt like a zombie. It wasn’t like I knew how they felt but I have watched enough Walking Dead to observe their laziness. It felt like my whole body was aching and didn’t want to do any work, like even moving my hands pained like I just came back home after doing heavy labour.

No exaggeration though, being an asthmatic could make your life hell sometimes. I still remember the first time when I came to know that I had asthma. I had some allergy before I was diagnosed. The doctor said when you have asthma; you are expected to have some or other kind of allergies. I felt unconscious while I was playing in front garden of our house. And the next time I opened my eyes, I discovered that I was in a hospital, lying lifeless on the bed. Dad, Sage and even mom were in the same room, rushing here and there. Dad and mom were busy talking to the doctor whereas Sage was sitting next to the bed, comforting me, even though she knew nothing could be treated now, everyone knew I won’t be as healthy as I was before.  My asthma was on stage severe and that was why, I needed special care.

I had to skip school all the time because of my unstable health; I used to get sick all the time and was too weak to do anything. Mom would get worries and stay home, cancelling her trips to different countries for her photography projects. She wasn’t living with us at that moment as my parents got divorced when I was four. Dad would postpone his meetings and business trips to look after me and Sage, she would sit next to my bed and tell me funny yet lame jokes to keep me entertained when I had to spend all my days at home whereas my friends were enjoying outside. I couldn’t meet Ryan because I didn’t go to the park after that; I was devastated with all the sudden changes. But the time passed and I had to move on with it, so I did. I struggled and got over everything. I began to go to school at the age of nine but got bullied because according to my classmates, I was a ‘breathless chunk’. Though I fought back them, I still was a kid at that time and was deeply hurt by their alien behaviour toward me. But my dear sister encouraged me a lot, she wasn’t the kind of sibling to teach me how to deal with your problems with patience, in fact, she taught me to punch the jerks who teased, just because I was suffering from asthma.

Ahh, she’s definitely the coolest sister ever.

I had to quit school and go back to home schooling but that was the time when I met Jess through Doctor Brown, she was her niece. Dr Brown brought her to our house one day as he knew I was a loner at home. No matter how much time my family spend with me, they still had their own lives to live and I needed people of my own age, kids who were in the same grade as me. That was why Jess was a great company to me. We became good friends soon. When it was time for going to grade eighth, I begged dad to let me go to the same school as Jess’. It would be so much fun to be around her for such long hours. Dad allowed me quickly and I was overwhelmed to go back to an actual school again. And the best thing, that I knew I wasn’t going to get bullied again because I wasn’t going to tell anyone about asthma.

Later I met Blair in year Eighth and Zac as well. Though he was senior than me, he acted like a little kid. I made many friends along the way, with a few foes as well but that’s a part of life right?

The moment I saw Aiden in the corridor, talking to his friends, I was struck by his beauty. I know it isn’t the word to describe a guy but I couldn’t help it, he looked beautiful with his boyish looks. He was senior to me as well but I still didn’t lose hope. So many days, I had spent crushing over that guy. Though I still know he was a nice person. Whatever happened between him, Ryan and Richie was just misfortunate. It was his fault that his parents neglected him and never gave him the attention a child deserves from his parents. And now that I think about it, Ryan was going through the same situation. His parents fought a lot as Ash told me. He must be hurt as a child. But his case was a little different than Aiden. Aiden must be hating both his parents but Ryan, he hated his father, not his mother. In fact, he respected and adored his mother and sister a lot, I had seen in myself. But he was always cut off from his father. There was always a tension in the atmosphere whenever they were in the same room.