You know that moment when you are sleeping and feeling relaxed but all of a sudden people start talking. Like the people aren't trying to wake you up so they are talking in these really obnoxious whispers that you can still hear. Then you are still tired so you try to close your eyes and fall back asleep yet you can't seem to manage to go back to the comfortable sleep you were once in. But, even though you're awake, you keep your eyes closed because you don't want to give up this fight. Yeah, that's what's happening with me right now. I also had a migraine which made things worse.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?" A soothing voice ask. If I was more lucid, I probably could decipher what she was feeling. From her voice, it sounded like she was concerned but also a slight annoyance.
Someone let out a sigh before saying, "It's only been seven hours. Usually, it takes eight to twelve but it can take up to twenty-four hours. We just have to be patient."
"We don't have to do anything. I don't even know why I even brought you here," the voice said. Where was I? Who were they? Last I remember I was tied up to a cement pole by the Hansen twins. Now I was on what felt like a couch and there were two very familiar female voices. I knew who they were but for some reason, I just couldn't picture a face with the voice.
"Why did you bring me here instead of keeping me with my brother?" The other voice asked. Maya. That's who the voice belonged to. Maya Hansen. What the hell happened?
I heard the other girl shrugged. Who was she? Where was Max? I could open my eyes and find out but I really don't want to. Her voice sounds so familiar though. I wouldn't mind listening to her talk for hours which was odd considering I want to punch most people who talk for more than five minutes straight. Charlie. Charlie Moore. That's who it is.
Shit. Why the hell is Maya and Charlie together? "She trusts you. I could see it. Plus if you were a threat, you would have stopped Emma as she took down your brother. But this doesn't mean I like you nor do I trust you," Charlie informed her. Did I take down Max? How? I was chained up and powerless. Did Charlie save me? How'd she find me? Damn. I have too many questions and the only way I will get answers is to wake up. But my whole body aches and my head is pounding. Though on the other hand, if they keep talking so loud, my headache will get worse than it already is.
"Are you going to tell her?" Tell who what? Does Charlie have something to tell me?
"Eventually," Charlie sighed. "I just need to make sure she's okay first. I've been worried sick about her for the past three days."
I finally decided to speak up, "Aww, you care about me. That's cute." The light blinded me when I opened my eyes. I regret this. I should have stayed asleep. Sleeping was a much better option.
"You're up!" Charlie exclaimed rushing over to me. I looked at the room. I was in Charlie and Elijah's living room while they were chatting in the kitchen. I don't even remember how I got here.
"Nope, I'm still asleep," I rolled my eyes at her.
I laughed when she gave me an 'are you serious?' look. "How are you?" She asked her voice laced in concern.
"I'm just peachy," I smiled fakely. "My body just hurts like hell." I stretched my arms and legs to hopefully relieved some pain. I wanted some pain medication but I knew it wouldn't work. Curse my metabolism or whatever. Maya looked at her feet in shame. I felt her disappointment and sadness radiate off her. "I'm fine, guys. No need to worry," I reassured them. Though I failed to reassure them because as soon as I tried to stand up, I fell back onto the couch.
"Shit," Charlie muttered. "Clearly you aren't okay."
I waved her off, "I'm fine just a bit dizzy. I have a few questions." I stood up carefully this time to make sure I didn't fall. Maya and Charlie shared a look though I couldn't tell what it meant.
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Hero
Teen FictionEmma Pierce doesn't want to be a superhero. Nonetheless, she was born with special abilities and her mother forces her to become a superhero. She always thought it'd be terrible. That she'd never get to experience normal teenage girl things. Maybe...