Charlotte was yelling and shaking my body. Grace had just run in the room and was freaking out. What was going on? I was floating on top of my body. I was watching this entire scene take place. My life had literally, just flashed before me. I saw everything, from the beginning of my life to the end. I couldn’t believe it, I was dying. My dream didn’t only tell my past, but it told my future. I was being drawn closer to my body.
Yes! Please don’t let me die. Not now, not today.
I closed my eyes and felt a rush through my body. I was alive. I would survive. I was asleep after that for a good while. Charlotte told me I legally was dead for eight seconds. She said I never opened my eyes. She walked in to tell me breakfast was ready when she noticed I was twitching. She said that I was having a heart attack.
She told me that she was ready to call 911. Then she saw me begin to wake up. She was very worried about me. She told me that she knew that I would be okay, but Grace said that Charlotte was freaking out. She said that she was running up and down the halls screaming in fright. Charlotte was trying to sound tough. She was emotionally weak, but physically strong.
I could barely walk. I stood up and quickly fell to the ground. It was like gravity had gotten 50% stronger in the last two seconds. Charlotte said she was going to take me to the doctor’s tomorrow morning sharp. I told her I don’t need to go, but then she threatened to take me sooner. Then I was okay. I would be fine, I told myself, I will be fine.
I was going to be okay. Charlotte said she wanted to go today, but I was too weak to even walk. I couldn’t even walk to the kitchen to eat.
Grace and Charlotte had brought my breakfast, lunch, and dinner to me, and Grace even brought me my book. I finished my book because I had nothing to do but read and do Sudoku. I chose read.
The rest of the time I pretended to read, or I tried to walk. Walking didn’t work out well. I made it outside of my room once, but I did because I was motivated by the smell of bacon, cheese, and ham biscuit rolls. I made it half way down the hall until Charlotte saw me and freaked out. She yelled at me to go back to my room and rest. What was she, my mom?
Charlotte gave me this medicine, but I refused to drink it. Instead, she put it in my tea. I felt sleepy afterwards and I fell asleep. Thank god, I didn’t have any dreams. I had a long, sweet, dreamless sleep.
I had just woke up from my sleep. I felt drowsy. I felt like I wasn’t supposed to be awake right then and there. I felt like something was trying to make me sleep again. Now I know why. I wasn’t supposed to hear Charlotte and Grace’s conversation. They were talking about Dr. Trent. He was being arrested. He wasn’t being arrested for cheating on his wife. Dr. Trent had killed his wife. He came home drunk last night.
His wife asked him where he was, and if he was with his girlfriend. She was crying asking why he cheated her. She had her bags packed and was going to be gone before he even got home. She was too late. He was already home, and he was drunk and dangerous. Anything could have happened, anything, but anything could mean something bad. This wasn’t bad. This was terrible. The girl that Charlotte, Grace, and I saw a few days ago, happy and healthy, is gone.
Anyway, she was walking out on him. He didn’t like this. He told her she wasn’t leaving; she was staying with him. She continued to walk. She was done with him. I would have been done with him a long time ago. She didn’t deserve him. She didn’t deserve this fate. She didn’t deserve anything that happened last night.
She yelled for him to let her go. She told him not to even think about her again.
He was mad, in both ways. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was doing. Then, again, he probably would have done it anyway. Wait a second. He would have done it anyway. This was his cover up. “He was drunk.” Maybe he wasn’t drunk. Maybe he killed her just because he was done with her. Being drunk is most likely his cover up…
