Chapter 17
Veronica's POV
Everything was dark, I couldn't seem to open my eyes or hear anything for that matter. I kept trying to find my way through the dark, but I just couldn't. Suddenly, a faint melody began to play. Though I could not open my eyes, my ability to hear had started to increase. I could then distinguish the soothing lyrics:
Give a little time to me
Or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek
To turn this around,
All I want
Is the taste that your lips allow
I then picked up on a vague sort of whirling noise. I could hear everything, but I couldn't open my damn eyes! I try to will them to open, in the process something makes me jolt and my head slams against some hard surface, immediately making my eyes snap open. I take in my surroundings and notice that what I had slammed my head on was a window and I was in a car. My head was pounding and my body severely ached, I felt like I couldn't move a muscle, the pain was terrible. I let out a groan and close my sore eyes.
"Hey, you're awake."
I jump and turn to my left, which hurt like hell because of my stiff neck.
"M-Marcel?" I croak in a voice that sounds too gruff and dry to be my own.
"How are you feeling?" He turns the volume down on the radio and faces me with concern engraved on his features.
"Better than ever." I sarcastically joke.
Marcel cracks a smile that soon fades and returns his gaze back to the road. I look out the window to watch as buildings and quiet streets pass by.
"Uh where are we going?" I ask as I look out the window, watching a guy stumble out of a bar.
"Where do you think we're going?" Marcel jokes. But adds in, "The hospital." When he notices my confusion.
At the word hospital my heart drops, my eyes widen, and my mind becomes frantic.
"NO!" I scream, causing Marcel to jump in his seat and clutch at his chest with one hand while the other remains on the steering wheel.
"Veronica, what the hell was that?" He snaps, glancing between the road and I.
"W-we can't go to the hospital!" I stutter in sheer terror.
"Why not?" Marcel asks in utter annoyance, keeping his concentration on the road.
"W-we just can't!" I choke on my dry throat.
"Veronica, have you seen yourself? We need to go to the hospital right now! Who knows what injuries you could have." Marcel argues.
I hadn't seen myself yet and well, I really didn't want to. If the pain I am in is any indicator, then I'd say I'm probably really fucked up.
"Marcel, please. Just take me home, I don't want to go to the hospital! I want to go home!" I shriek.
Marcel ignores me and continues to drive. I started to panic, he was going to take me there whether I wanted him to or not. I had to do something, other than trying to convince him to take me back home, because obviously that wasn't working out too well. So I guess it's time for Plan B.
"Marcel, if you don't turn this car around I will fucking jump out!" I scream causing Marcel to turn his attention to me.
He studies me for a couple of seconds, scoffs and turns back to the road. "Yeah, okay then." He mocks.
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