Scattered Stars

Chapter 2

Dian

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" I yelled but silence was his only response.

"Wakker op! Asseblief Pa!" I begged, my voice hoarse like I had smoked a pack of cigarettes for a lifetime; my throat was hurting too, I felt like a cat had used it as a scratching post. He was not waking up no matter how much I screamed, I was trying to reach out to him but I was trapped. I had never felt so helpless. I couldn't move anything except my arms but they were no help because I couldn't reach him.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" I continued to scream, hoping that someone would come to our rescue. Tears continued to spill out of my eyes mixing with red but instead of rolling down my face they slipped over my forehead and landed on the roof of the car.

"Moenie bekommered wees nie, help is coming," I tried to assure him. I could hear a bit of movement but I wasn't entirely sure of what was happening. My biggest fear right now was that no one would come looking for us and we would be trapped. He unmoving and I bleeding to death.

So I called out to him over and over again until my voice was lost to a darkness.

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I snapped my eyes open in fright, afraid I was still trapped in that nightmare but I was in my own bed at home. I tried to settle my breathing as my chest continued to expand and contract rapidly. I sat up and allowed my blankets to pool around my waist as I closed my eyes and silently counted to ten, I could still feel my heart thrumming in my chest but it began to slow as I tried to convince myself it was only a dream and I was safe at home.

"Goeie more. Rise and shine, smell the coffee, hear the birds tweeting en wat ook al." A far too cheery voice sang. I watched as my petite hyper mother rushed into my room and drew the curtains wide open causing the morning sunlight to flood into the room causing me to hiss and shut my eyes.

"Toemaak die gordyn!" I groaned, throwing my bedsheets over my body to protect it from the burning light.

"Are you being serious right now, Dian? It's your first day back to school after so long, don't you miss your friends?" she asked reaching over to peel the sheets off of me. She looked at me and her eyebrows immediately took a dive as she frowned. "Are you okay? You look a bit sick, your skin is so pasty and you look like you have been running a marathon. "

I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was being. I used my arm to wipe the sweat that had formed on my forehead, "I'm fine and I don't miss my friends, why do you think I kept kicking them out every time they came over?" Ever since the accident I haven't been the same, it's as if my flesh isn't my own and it's as if I don't belong in my own body. Every single time my friends came over I didn't want to see them, I felt like their very presence smothered the last bit of air in my lungs. They all had the same look, of course, some varied the look went from pity and trying to fix Dian to pity and trying to get the latest scoop of what really happened.

She sighed heavily, looking disappointed, "Dian, I understand how you feel but you can't-"I interrupted her before she could drown me in a depressive pool.

"Luister, if you understand how I feel then you will let me be." I snapped feeling quite irritated. It's always the same shit: I know how you feel. I understand it must be hard. It's okay. It's no one's fault. For fucksakes it is like she read it from some kind of manual. I just want to be left alone so I can stew in my misery, I deserve it after all.

She took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes downcast, "breakfast is ready downstairs, tell me when you are done and ready to leave." I knew where she was going, she is going to her bedroom to cry.