chapter one - Milk, eggs, and a coma?

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Beep.....Beep....Beep ugh. the beeping just made me more sleepy, but i wanted to be awake. I was so warm, and comfortable. You dont have to get up, you can just go back to sleep.....you can just, NO. Get up scarlett. Get up ypu have to. C'mon. I tried moving, but everything was numb. So i made the mistake of opening my eyes. "Ugggggraaahhhmmmm" Caame out of my mouth. Oh boy. The light hurt my eyes. My vision was starting to focus, good. good. I looked over and saw an IV , where the hell am I? 

"Oh good ! You're awake !" I Snappe my head to my right and saw a woman in scooby doo scrubs looking over a clipboard. 

My head was starting to real, "Where the fuck  am I? Who are you? And why are you in here with me?"

"Oh honey, You're in saint Michaels hospital! You and your sister and Grandmother got into a very bad car accident!" If her eye brows had gone up anymore, they would've been a part of her hair line.

 I started hyperventaling, I wanted me sister. I needed her to be with me now, i wasnt going to make it if she wasnt okay, " Where is Ariel? I need to see her." 

"Oh sweet heart, your sister was discharged a month ago. You've been in a coma for the last three months honey." The nurse gave me a sad smile.

Wait, What? Three months? That isnt even possible. I've been asleep for like, an hour! "Three....months? But,....how?" 

Instead of answering my question, the nurse told me that I'd be able to leave in a few days if i made sure to walk around and keep up the improvement. My grammy had beeen discharged before my sister had, as most of the damage was to me. I got up to go to the bathroom and looked to see a shower. well, it'd been three months. So a shower sounded fabulous right now. 

I took off my hospital gown and gasped as i looked into the mirror. My stomache had been taken over by a long  thick pinkish scar. i ran my finger over it lightly, not realizing that this is what the car had done to me. I quickly pushed the thought away. I enjoyed my shower. it made me feel so much better. It was weird gettting redressed though, i looked at my appareance again noticed markable changes. My Platnum blonde hair was alot longer, and much curlier than it used to be. Not straightening it everyday for so long must of really helped. My skin wasn't freckeled anymore either. And lastly, i was so thin. I'd never had a problem with my weight before. I used to nitpick sometimz about losing a few and eating better, But this? This was just disgusting. I needed to eat!

a week later***

I was in the car with my sister, seeing as i still can't drive for a month so my body can completely heal. The hospital had discharged me today, so she was driving me back to my apartment in New Kent. We pulled into the long driveway that lead to the small little house that was mine. It wasnt really a house, or an apartment. more like a mixture of both. I got out of the car and my sister helped me inside. Her leg had been broken in three places, but because shed been let out for so much longer than me, she was already healed. She put the medictions I was to take on the counter and told me to call if i needed her. I told her alright and let her go, Knowing i wouldnt need her at all. I was hungry though, so i walked over to my fridge, EMPTY. Typical me, The store really wasnt that long of a walk. And the doctor said itd be good for me to get my leg muscles back into shape. I started the walk out the door, and before i knew it, The store was right in front of me. I smiled to myself and walked in, going to the produce section. hmm, well. Ill start with basics , eggs, milk, flour, and Bacon, I walked to the canned good aisle and grabbed a few chicken noodle soup cans just incase. I also got a few more nessesities and started to walk to the cashregister i was almost at the end of the aisle when Someone slammed right into me. I looked up to apologize for being so careless but was met with a pair of eyes i didnt think Id  ever see again.

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