Th13rteen

Chapter 12

Th13rteen

Chapter 12

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Aurelia...

"What happened?" My throat was dry and scratchy. The steady beeping is the first thing I heard as the fuzziness of blacking out started to wear off.

"Open your eyes, Rel." Evan's voice was a mere whisper, that sounded like it was miles away, but I know I just wasn't hearing correctly.

"It's okay, honey, we're right here for you." My eyes fluttered open at the sound of my mother's smooth voice.

Obeying her command, my eyes fluttered open, taking in the sights of the tiny hospital room. My mother was on the chair by my side, with my father standing behind her, while Evan sat by my other side. "Momma..."

I almost asked her where Alex was, but it all came flooding back, rapid fire.

"Does anything hurt? I can get the doctor to up your dosage." Mom held onto my hand, stroking my forehead. I nodded in response, allowing tears to burn my eyes. "What hurts, honey?"

"My heart." I cracked. She started to stand up, but I shot my hand to her arm, stopping her. "Not like that."

Her eyes softened in understanding. "Oh, sweetie..." She reached out to hug me, as I wailed in sorrow, trying to soothe me from my first broken heart.

My mind is so confused. Are we really officially done? I mean, we didn't technically break up. It was some evil spirit that broke up with me through him. Could that really count? I know my initial intention was to break things off, but I don't want that anymore. Not if it hurts this bad.

"That boy won't ever hurt you again." My dad seethed in rage. Even though my parents knew about this whole 'thirteen' phenomenon that seems to be occurring, it seems they were still confused with the random possessions that made an appearance this time around.

"Where is he? What happened after he left?" I turned towards Evan, ignoring my father.

He nervously darted his eyes to my mother before settling them back on me. "You had a bloody heart attack, Rel..." The pain was evident in his voice.

"A heart attack?" I breathed in shock, momentarily forgetting my first question.

"Yes, you did. Almost bloody gave me one, too."

"Where's Alex?" I asked again.

Instead of answering me, he lowered his head to the floor, pulling away from me.

"Evan Brenton."

"I don't know! That's the honest truth." He put his hands up in defense. "He showed up here last night around midnight. The lad was all disoriented and confused. He didn't remember anything, and then he took off. I looked for him all day but couldn't find him." His explanation made me worried.

Then I remembered how he said midnight, and panicked. "What day is it?!"

"It's the fourteenth, sweetheart. It's almost nine at night." My dad informed me.

"You were out for over a day and a half." Evan sighed.

"I was?"

"We thought we lost you, Sunshine." My dad, who never cries, fell to his knees in tears, grabbing my hand.

"Daddy, it's okay. I'm all better now." I tried to comfort him. I always would say that to him growing up. Whenever I got sick, or got a scrape or a cut, I'd always tell him it was okay. ′I'm all better now, Daddy.′ I'd say it every time he kissed the pain away.