Blame it on me' ~ Post Malone

25.

I heard the panicky cries very far away, but I couldn't respond. An irritating, squeaking noise seemed to cause me to open my eyes. A second later, I wished I hadn't done that. The light was so blinding that I almost got tearing eyes, and I had to close my eyes again. At the same time, my ears refrained from the shout that sounded very briefly to my ears. "She's awake! MADISON MADISONN!" Hysterical and relieved at the same time. Could that be? Apparently so. "Stop it! She will be deaf too." An irritated, loud voice.

Where was I? Where did that squeaky sound come from? Why did my eyes hurt so much? What was going on? I made another attempt to open my eyes, and I got them open with incredible difficulty. It was as if I was peeling an onion. The pale light made my eyes tear and poke. But I persisted, and after a while, I could open them. I glanced through the room and immediately knew where I was. Squeaky machines attached to me with different cables, stuff in different colors of white, gloomy decorated rooms. The hospital. "Euh.. pff... Can anyone tell me what I'm doing here?" I squeezed out.

Brenda sat cross-legged in a chair beside my bed, staring at me. Joshua was sitting in an armchair, which I didn't see much since Kaci was sitting on his lap. "You fainted, and you kept laying down. So everyone was in a panic and then... Brenda stopped talking, but at first, I didn't notice it. The images flashback through my mind, and I saw everything happen again. I felt the tears poke behind my eyes, and this time, it was not the blinding light. A scary feeling dominated my stomach. I had to think about something else, so I continued to ask questions. "Tell me, Brenda," I said in a voice that scared me. I felt the numb mask slide over my face, and I hoped to keep it this time. "Well, like I said... someone," I knew she didn't want to name that person's name, and I didn't ask. It would only lead to a new collapse. "Called the ambulance. So here they have examined you, and you have a concussion and for the rest not anything..."

Again, Brenda was interrupted by Joshua's cell phone that started to ring. "Yes? ... No, she just woke up." His eyes shot at me for a second, and then he quickly walked to the hall. Kaci and Brenda looked at each other with raised eyebrows and smiles on their faces. "Bet it's him?" "Who else would it be?" "Yes, you're right." "Madison's stalker." Kaci chuckled. I looked from Brenda to Kaci and back. I didn't understand this conversation at all. What the hell were they talking about? 'Okay; Who, what, where, when, why? "I asked irritably.

I hated it when people started talking about things I didn't know about. That's always so confusing. "Do you really want to know?" A strange feeling crept over me, but my head seemed to shout at me, "Ask, do it!" "Yes." Kaci looked at Brenda one last time and then opened her mouth. Under the covers, I squeezed my hands into fists, ready for another blow into my face. "You probably already figured it out. Austin called the ambulance when you were unconscious. And since you are here, he has called every two hours to ask if you were already awake. "

A mixture of cold and heat flowed through my body. As if fire and ice were fighting. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to do. I tried to ignore the gaze of Kaci and Brenda, but I got too curious when Kaci shook her head and looked away. "What?" "When are you finally going to understand." She almost sounded angry. "What am I supposed to understand?" I tried to look back as mad as possible. "That Austin is in love with you, Madison!" "He is not." I turned and threw my sheet over my face. "That's why he calls every 2 hours, that's why he always stares at you, that's why he was the one who carried you to the ambulance, that's why he kissed you. Sure, Madison. " I felt my heart beat faster, but I refused to give in. It wasn't true. Yes, the facts were there. But the intention was different than they thought. "Pity," I murmured as softly as possible, but Kaci heard it, and she sighed loudly. Joshua came back into the room; I listened to some kiss sounds. "Find a room, thank you." These were things I shouldn't hear now. "We are in a room." "Haha, you are such a joker, Joshua." The sarcasm was almost dripping off.

There was silence while I was staring under my blanket at nothing. My fists were still baled, and my eyes still stung. 

Why couldn't I have a normal life?