The Magic Box (Completed)

Chapter 4

I try to open my eyes. But I can't. I attempt to pull them apart. But they won't part...

It's been two weeks since I looked for the box. Numerous people have come to visit. They've claimed to have sent flowers, gifts and cards. But what's the point? I can't see or feel them anyway. I can only hear, and not move. And it's killing me.

Two months have passed, or at least the nurse said so. When you are in a coma you have no concept of time, so you have to believe the nurse. Mum came in every day and often spent the nights with Auntie Mattie who lived nearby. Dad had rarely come but when he did he brought his girlfriend along -I learned that her name was Charlotte - and her daughter. Unexpectedly Charlotte came in one day, without Dad, and spoke to me.

Look, Cassiopeia, I am so sorry. I had no clue what had happened and I am truly sorry for being the reason you have a broken family. Your mum explained everything to me. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep because I regret doing this. I tried to break up with your dad but your mother told me not to. But I'm not giving up yet! I am truly sorry.

Ever since then, Charlotte has come over a lot more. She's spoken to me, gotten me gifts and I would like to say that we have come something like friends. Her and mum have also been getting along a bit more and Auntie Gemma and Mattie have been warming up to her and when all four of them come and visit, I am pleased to say I don't hate it anymore and the only argument was whether 'Corrie' or 'Eastenders' is better. Personally, I say 'Almost Naked Animals ' and 'Bon Voyage '.

A week later I felt a strong urge to wake up, to hug Mum, who was constantly crying because of earlier that day. Dad had come over and had gotten mad when he found out that Charlotte had come to visit. I make an attempt to force my eyelids open when it happens...

I see a ray of blue and then opening my eyes, even more, I see a waft of red-brown hair. I let out a moan, which came out as a whisper and felt a hand rest on my cheek and one on my wrist, checking for a pulse. It wasn't soft and skinny like mum's but rough and big. I then heard a beep in the distance increase. Then I felt something clutch onto my hand. It was Mum. I move my hand and with a lot of strength, I move my finger, ever so slightly. I heard a gasp and moved my hand again. I then opened my eyes and saw Mum crying, her tears could have out written the River Thames. Poor Mum had lost so much weight; she was a skeleton. She had bright purple bags and her cheeks were pierced with nail marks.

Gasping, Mum gaped at me as i made an attempt to sit up and had been pushed dow . The nurse -a large, beefy woman whose skin shone like copper in the hospital lights - told me not to stress myself.I think it was way too much stress for me and Mum because her mouth was still open. My eyelids began to feel really heavy so before i went to sleep i said.

"Mum, sleep"

Three days have passed since i woke up for the first time, they began putting me on solids and forced me to chew the food three times before swallowing. The door opened and Nurse Cattermole (I found out her name a day ago ) beamed as i sat up. She came in with a wheelchair. Oh goodness! I am not going to have to go in that? She smiled happily. The black wheel chair must have been new because i could smell styrofoam and that factory chemicalised smell that normally came with recently unpackaged things. She also bought in some clothes that i recognised as mine.

I raised an eyebrow. Nurse Cattermole grinned at me,

" Aren't you pleased to be going home? I would be if I was you!" Nurse Cattermole said, she was quite nice once you got to know her. Surprise crept over my face. Nurse Cattermole's face , if it was possible, broke into a wider grin. She pulled off my covers and helped me to get dressed. Once i had gotten dresses she then grabbed a bowl and a comb. Packing my very few possessions and styling my hair.

"Gordon Bennett girl! The amount of presents you've got! How am i gonna carry this?" Nurse Cattermole teased i giggled, a bit embarrassed about how many presents i had received. Huffing, she wheeled me out of the room.