My True Identity

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

WARNING! CONTAINS SHOCKING MATERIAL!

"Selena! Selena, get up this instant young lady!" someone shouted but it sounded far away. I was dreaming about marrying Zayn Malik. Suddenly someone pulled my blankets away and pulled me into a sitting position. My eyes flew open but I closed them, the sharp light hurting my eyes. Slowly, I opened them again, adjusting to the light and looked up to see mum standing there angrily with her hands on her hips. "How long does it take you to wake up? I don't know why you need beauty sleep, it still won't help you change from a hideous freak into a beautiful girl" mum said, breaking my heart into a million little pieces. Why did she have to be so mean and cruel to me? What satisfaction does she get from saying those cruel words? I asked myself as tears stung in my eyes. I felt like crying my heart out but I didn't want to show a sign of weakness because that would give her satisfaction that I let her get to me. So instead I bottled it up just like I’ve did with so many other emotions and feelings. "Why did you wake me up, mother?" I asked her, careful to not show any sadness or hurt in my voice. But suddenly my mothers face hardened, "just get ready and meet me downstairs quickly" she said, her voice lacking emotion.

After that she left me to get ready. I got out of bed and went to shower. As I was showering and changing into Capri pants and a t-shirt I wondered why mum woke me up. Whatever it was, it wasn't good because she never woke me up and when she looked at me I could tell something was wrong because her shining eyes which were usually happy, were sad today. I brushed my teeth and tied my hair into a loose braid before going downstairs. Mum was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. I coughed and she abruptly looked up. "Ok, mum, so NOW would you tell me what's the matter?" I asked but she just started walking towards the door and I had a feeling she was taking me somewhere. "Just follow me" she sighed

As mum started the engine a weird feeling settled in my stomach and I began to wonder where mum was truly taking me. The rest of the drive was spent in silence and I tried to figure out where we were going but mum was making a series of turns which made me give up. Mum parked in the car park but it looked different, it didn't look like the car parks in London and I guessed we were in a different city. Now, I was really confused but as we got out of the car the weird feeling I’m the pit of my stomach grew and my heart beat increased but my face remained composed. As we walked towards the large building I discovered it was a hospital. However I didn't say a word.

We walked through the automatic doors in silence. "I’m here to see Joseph McKenzie" mum said in here business tone. "Ok and what's your name?" The receptionist asked.        "I'm Catherine McKenzie, his wife" mum answered. "Alright, he's in room b5, second floor" the receptionist explained. Mum thanked her and we went to the lift. As the lift ascended, I felt my heart descend. But luckily, I didn’t have more time to think as the automatic doors of the lift flew open.

As we came to a halt outside room B5, mum took one look through the see through window in the door and sunk into a chair. I couldn’t bear to look at her though, or through the window. I still couldn’t believe this was happening, so how was I supposed to just accept the fact that I was standing in a hospital outside the room in which my father was admitted? From the corner of my eyes, I could see mum’s head was hung low and it sounded like she was sobbing very quietly. Watching her cry amazed me. My mother was a very strong women (not that, that made her very nice) but nevertheless she was strong and independent, she never let her emotions show and now, to see her cry like this came as a shock.

Just then the doctor came out. “You can go inside now, Mrs. McKenzie. But be careful not to stress him too much, he’s in a very serious condition and stress isn’t the best thing right now for him” he explained. My mother nodded her face void of any emotion, just like it was in the car earlier. We went inside slowly and my heart broke (again! That’s twice this day!) Into a gazillion pieces as I saw dad, bandaged up with drips running everywhere. He gave me a strong smile which filled my heart with pride causing me to smile back. I was amazed at how someone could smile even though they were in so much pain. That’s why I always looked up to my father; he was so brave and always managed stay happy and enthusiastic in the saddest and toughest of times.

Later on I found out that dad had been in a car accident whilst he was walking. It was at night when he was at the crossing and about to cross as the green man said go however when he was in the middle of the road, a drunken lorry driver came speeding and crashed into dad! Dad practically flew off the ground. He was flown to the nearest hospital because his condition was so serious that it was crucial that he should be handled with special care. As my father chatted away about ordinary things as if he wasn’t in a hospital.

I ran out of the room, then out the hospital into the fresh air and walked slowly towards the field. A tear ran down my face as I thought about what I overheard. Whilst I was sent outside the room, I overheard the doctor speaking to my mother. He told her that dad only had a few weeks left. Tears were streaming down my face now life a waterfall and my emotions were all over the place. It was all happening too fast for me to keep up. All these questions ran though my mind making me feel slightly dizzy and before I could make sense of what was happening to me I fainted. ……..

Dun, Dun, Dun! So, whatd’ya think? Soz, this one is kinda short but it’s effective, the next one will be longer hopefully….and maybe emotional!