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Margaret woke silently, she didn't even move when she woke causing her to still look unconscious. Quiet whispers filled the air making an uneasy feeling settle in her stomach.
The girl opened both eyes slowly and was startled to see five familiar pairs of blue eyes staring back at her. Was she still in the shed? No, she was in a bed definitely.
Margaret violently flung her torso forward releasing her shoulders from the cramped sheets around her and the process clashing heads with two of her five siblings all of which sat around the bed with their heads hung over her as if at a funeral.
The room she was in was stuffy and cramped making it hard for her to take full breaths. It was a warm and darkroom too, probably hers and Phyllis's because theirs didn't have any windows.
A serious pain was beginning to form in her temple but everything was fuzzy and numb after her encounter so the pain wasn't really kicking in yet. Margaret's vision was foggy allowing her eyes to only make out shapes as nothing was extremely clear to her.
Her sibling noticed her sudden movements though none of them decided to act too quickly upon their discoveries.
A loud ringing in her ears broke whatever silence Margaret could have received before her siblings started bombarding her with questions. It was the only logical thing to do as a sibling, if you had just found your sister in a pool of her own blood.
"She's awake!" A muffled voice said. "Margaret, What happened?"
All of a sudden, everyone started speaking all at once completely unaware of how much nausea Margaret was experiencing by just trying to focus on one of their muffled voices let alone six at once.
"How's your head?!"
"Are you ok?"
"How do you feel?!"
"What happened to your ears?!"
The pain was growing increasingly worse with every question and the girl felt like giving into nausea and just fainting again. But she needed to tell someone.
Whatever she had experienced was not normal, though some of her classmates could rival the volume at which that thing had reached.
"Stop!" A squeaky voice attempted to shout over the loud voices that surrounded. "She's disorientated! She probably can't even see us! She hit her head really hard, so shut it!
For a split second all heads turned to the voice but just as quickly as it had been done it had been undone and everyone was back to staring down Margaret eager for a reply.
