In Real Life Imagines

Casted Part 19

I wake up in a foreign room, my eyes heavy from crying all night. I slowly sit up and look around, blinking a few times. Chance must have felt me move because he sits up and kisses my shoulder softly, rubbing my arm lightly. 

"Are you okay babe?" He whispers, knowing full well my answer was no. I run my hands over my face and brush my hair out of my eyes, staring at the wall. 

"Is it real? Is she dead?" I ask quietly. Chance stays silent for a moment. 

"I'm so sorry Sky. I'm here for you." He answers. I suck in a harsh breath and stand up, walking to the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror and notice that my eyes are puffy and red and my face is swollen from all the crying I did. 

"Did I cry myself to sleep?" I ask, walking back into the room. Chance nods slightly and I crawl back into the bed, curling up against him. He starts to rub my back again and I close my eyes. 

"How? How could this happen?" I whisper. Chance kisses the top of my head softly. 

"They said there was a small shard of glass that they missed and it must have shifted and it punctured a valve connecting to her heart. She bled out," he explains. I sniffle and squeeze my eyes shut. 

"I'm so sorry." He says again.

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For the next few days I don't have the energy to get out of bed. I lay on my side most of the time and stare blankly at the wall. Chance stays with me and brings me food and water, forcing me to sit up and eat. As soon as I'm done though, I lay right back down. When he tries to talk to me, I answer, but it's always short responses. On the fourth day of feeling depressed and weak, I slide some sweats and a hoodie on and trudge downstairs. Chance looks up from his phone for a moment before he sets it down and stands up. I wave my hand dismissively at him. 

"Sit back down. I'm fine," I say unconvincingly. He sighs and, knowing not to fight, he sits back down and sips on his tea. I grab a mug and pour some coffee, taking a long, slow sip and close my eyes. 

"I asked Sofia and Dove to come over. Brandon too." Chance glances at me after a few moments of silence. I look over at him and blink a few times. 

"Why?" I ask finally. 

"Because I was hoping they could help take your mind off of everything," he replies quietly. I take another sip of coffee and sit down, both hands around the mug.

 "I wish I could stop thinking about her Chance. But every time I close my eyes, I have a crazy...nightmare that she sits up in her casket and opens her eyes, but there's nothing there. There's dark emptiness where her eyes should be and she's always bleeding from her chest. It's horrifying," I choke up, tears sliding down my cheeks. Chance kneels in front of me and wipes at my eyes, kissing my forehead softly. I close my eyes and sniffle. 

"I guess I should probably shower huh? If we have guests coming over, I should at least look presentable," I say, standing up. 

Chance eyes me momentarily. "You don't have to. They would understand." I shake my head. 

"No. Maybe a shower will help me feel a little better." He nods and cleans up our mugs. 

"I'll be right down here if you need me." I give him a weak smile and go upstairs to shower.

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Another week goes by and by now I've gone through the wake and funeral and watched my mom get buried. My heart throbs everyday at the memory of her, but slowly it gets a little more bearable and I'm finally starting to cope with the loss. In honor of her, I release my album with a small dedication, "For the woman who was my strength, my rock, my happiness, and my love. May you Rest In Peace. I love you." I'm surprised to see that my album is actually doing really well on the charts, though it doesn't make it past number five. It's still a small win for my first album. I spend a lot of time with Sofia and Dove. We seem to have made it a thing to go out every Friday night to just have fun whether we go to a party or go to dinner and then shop around. If I'm not with them, I'm filming 13 Reasons Why or hanging out with Brandon. My week nights are generally spent curled up on the couch at Shawnee's house with Chance by my side. Everyone has been nothing but supportive and kind to me while I grieve and I couldn't be more thankful. All of Chance's help over the past couple weeks only makes me love him more and I am beyond grateful for him.