Reality

(5)

When I opened my eyes the first thing I notice was that I wasn't in the car anymore and somehow in a hospital room. I was confused to how I ended up in a hospital room without getting out the car. Maybe I was dreaming? No, I couldn't have. I had slowly sat up on the bed to only discover a hell like pain at the side of my head. Why was it so sore? Slowly, I had moved my left hand to the side of my head where it hurt and slightly rubbed it as I squinted my eyes trying to remember what had happened and why my head was so sore. The smell of the hospital room was slightly off putting. It had smelled like some medicine mixed with a lavender-like scent. It wasn't too bad, it was bearable. Though, why was I even in a hospital bed with a serum attached to my arm. I had looked around the room and noticed that my brother was on the right side of the bed. He had fell asleep on the chair while waiting for me to wake up probably. I had tried leaning over to him but it was too sore so I had returned back to my original position. Where were my parents? Do they not know I'm here? Did Chris bring me here all by hisself without informing our parents? But that wasn't like Chris. They must be here. The sound of the door opening had snapped me out of my thoughts and I had turned my head to see my mother walking in with a comforting warm smile. The sight of my mother made me feel less uncomfortable and more at ease. She had came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She then started softly stroking my hair while slightly smiling. "Hey honey, how are you feeling?". "My head hurts on the left side but I'm okay...B-But how did I end up here? Did something happen?". My mother seemed surprised to my question as if I already knew the answer to it and just stupidly asked her. "Well... Once we arrived home you had immediately gotten out the car but you had no energy so you had collapsed to the floor hitting your head of the car door. We were so scared that we immediately drove to the hospital. Thankfully it wasn't anything bad and the doctors said that you needed sleep and food in your system. We've been here for a day waiting for you too wake up. You have school in two days but if you don't feel better by then, then you don't have to go, okay baby?" My mother had planted a soft kiss on my forehead and I nodded my head and exchanged a smile with her even if my smile wasn't real, it was comforting to see my mother's smile. After a couple of minutes, my father had walked in the room with a doctor. If I was being honest, he was quite good looking and seemed like he was in his early 20s. He had slightly short yet long messy hair, it was dark brown. His eye's were the colour of the ocean. Dark blue. He was also very tall, maybe 180cm? His skin was slightly tanned yet he still looked english. He seemed like a nice guy. He had walked in with a smile. I could feel my face burning up. "Good morning sleepy, how are you feeling today? I'm Dr. Alan.". Even his voice was attractive. "I-I'm fine, thank you.". "Well since you're feeling much better, you can leave today" He had looked at me then my parents with a bright smile revealing his perfectly looking teeth that were super white and shiny. My parents seemed happy but I had frowned. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here for a couple of months so I wouldn't have to go to school but that was impossible. "Thank you Dr. Alan". "No problem sir". My father had shook his hand and he had shook it back in return with another smile before exiting the room. I don't understand how I ended up from being in my room heartbroken to being in a hospital room obsessing over a doctor that I won't see in a while probably. Thankfully, Chris had woke up and carried me in a bridal style. It seems weird to call it that especially when my brother was lifting me like that but I'm not the one who named it. Once we made it home. Instead of Chris carrying me in a bridal style again, my father had put me on his back and carried me to my room. He hadn't carried me like this since I was 13 when I had fell because my roller skates weren't stopping. I truly appreciated my family and they appreciated me. I just wish Leo could appreciate me too like them. I tried to be all that he needed, tried to not ever let him down. Yet I could see it in his eyes before, that I'm not good enough. I never was. I wish you could see that I love you so much Leo but this hurts so damn bad, how could you make me so happy if you make me so sad? I would do anything for you, but you don't want me. I hate what you did, but you're still my first priority. You broke me like one of your promises Leo and I don't think I can ever forgive you for that. Even if I love you, I will never forgive you. No matter what. Eventually, my father had brought me to my room and placed me on my bed telling me to get some rest and that he would come and check on me from time to time. Once he left the room, I had laid on my back facing my ceiling once again. I'll be honest, I wish we had more time Leo...