Walking on Broken Glass

Chapter 2- Stuck in a Bubble

I could hear the beeping. Beep... Beep... Beep... I knew it was a heart monitor, I'd watched enough medical shows to know the sound of it. I could feel the gritty sheets beneath me, making me feel uncomfortable. I tried to move but it's like I didn't have any control of my body. It is like being stuck in a bubble that you can't pop. I could feel tubes hooked up to me, in my arms and IVs in my hands. I wanted to move, to take all of the cords out of my body but I just sat there motionless. I heard heavy footsteps walk towards the door to my room.

It opened and I smelled a wonderful smell, like pine trees and fresh mowed grass. I felt my lips curl into a smile, the first movement I've made. He moved closer to my hospital bed, holding my hand. I felt the warmth run up my arm at this touch.

"I'm so sorry" I heard a deep voice say, his warm breath close to my cheek. His voice sent shivers up my spine. He kissed my forehead and left the room, the warmth leaving with him.

I tried to frown but my lips wouldn't move again. I sat like that for I don't know how long, trying to make myself move. I kept thinking about the man who came in. His voice didn't sound very familiar.

Eventually I just lost the energy and let the machines try for me. I gave in to sleep at that point. That's when the dreams began.

I was six years old, going to the batting cage with Mason, my father. We walked to the cage, grabbing the bats and a couple buckets of balls. We played softball all say.

He took me out for ice cream, letting me pick any kind I wanted. I picked a large peanut butter sundae with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles because honestly, what six year old doesn't like rainbow sprinkles. We sat on the bench and looked out at the lake, watching the sunset as the boats bobbed on the water.

"Gab, I want to give you something" My dad said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a cream colored box with black designs over it. My little cheeks were stuffed with ice cream, my little eyes going wide looking at the box.

"This box was your mother's. Evelyn wanted you to have it." He opened the box which held a gold locket. I gasped, amazed by it's beauty.

"Why isn't she with us now daddy? Why does Vivian live with ha instead?" I asked, watching a tear run down my fathers cheek.

"Because baby, sometimes God sends us angels to watch over us but then he misses them so he brings them back to Heaven to be with him. Vivian is like your new Mom, but I'm not going to make you call her that." He said, putting an arm around me.

"So my mommy was a werewolf angel?"  I asked confused.

"Something like that." He smiled at me and kissed my forehead, placing the locket around my neck.

"You have to take very good care of this Gabriella."

"I will Daddy." Then the scene shifted.

I was a little older, twelve maybe, sitting on my back porch. Vivian had just yelled at me for using Camilla's notebook to do my homework. Tears we're spilling down my cheeks. I heard the back door open and I looked behind to see my dad sitting down beside me.

"G-Go away" I sniffled.

"Gabby, I have to tell you something." It sounded serious, I stopped crying as much as I could.

"I'm leaving, there was a big pack fight in Hong Kong and Alpha wants me to go fix everything." I started to cry again.

"Don't cry Love, I'll be home in 7 months tops" he said with a big smile. I hugged him tight, my mothers locket digging into my neck but I ignored it.

"I'm going to miss you" I mumbled into his chest.

"I'm going to miss you too, but you need to stay strong for Vivian and your sisters. Okay, can you do that for me?" He asked, breaking away from the hug so I could look into his big brown eyes.

"Yes Daddy."

I heard the beeping again. Beep...Beep...Beep..Beep..Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep. I heard the beeps get louder and faster. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I heard nurses burst in, fondling the tubes that were attatched to my body like limbs.

"She's having a panic attack, we need a doctor now." A nurse screamed, I couldn't breathe.

My eyes snapped open and I gained control of my body again. I started flailing around, trying to do anything to bring air into my lungs. I felt a nurse stab a needle into my arm and the world was black again.

When I woke up again, I wasn't hooked up to anymore tubes or wires. I wasn't connected to any machines. The room was covered in white, causing me to shield my eyes from the brightness. The ceiling, the floor, the blanket, the sheets, the counters, everything was a bright white color. The first thing I smelt was the saline and disinfectant, making me want to puke.

I tried to sit up but I felt something on my foot. I flipped the sheet off and saw a cast. I looked over at my left arm and saw another dull green cast.

"Oh  good, you're awake!" I heard Aryanna's voice say happily. Aryanna had been my best friend since kindergarten. We had both been in the same reading group in Mrs. Merit's class. A few boys were bullying her because she is latina. Every time they would start picking on her, I would scream at the top of my little lungs in their faces.

"How are you feeling?" She asked me. I thought about this for a minute.

"Hungry" I said, my stomach growling in agreement.

Aryanna laughed and handed me a carton of cranberry juice. I till a sip then drank the rest in one gulp.

"What happened?" I asked, curious of why I was in the hospital.

"You got hit by a truck, but don't worry you didn't die... You just broke your arm and you have a hairline fracture in your foot. Then you had a panic attack because you hadn't adjusted to the machine breathing for you. The nurse had to knock you out with some fancy drug. And now you're up" she said like she was talking about what she had for breakfast.

"How long was I out?"

"About a week."

"A week?"

"Yeah, you didn't miss out on much though. A few break ups, a fight or two and the same constant gossip." Nothing ever really changes.

"Do you know who came in and checked on me a few days ago?" I asked, remembering his deep voice, his warm breath on my cheek.

"No, he was mighty fine though." She looked like she could start drooling at any moment. I laughed at this. Aryanna had always been a little boy crazy. I pushed myself to a sitting position, swinging my feet around the side of the bed. I tested the weight of the cast on my foot, putting my weight on it.

"Well this is going to take some getting used to."