One more day (Slow updates)

Chapter 15

I can hear the faint noise of voices,
"Is she okay?"
"Skye?"
"I'll call an ambulance"
I try to reply but it's no use, I can't move at all.

"Skye can you hear me?", once again I try to reply but no use,
"Look! Her arms!" I hear the voice remark,
The plasters must have peeled off and I collapsed from blood loss, I desperately try to move, any part of my body will do, I just want to show whoever the voice is I'm conscious of them continuously prodding me in the rib.

"Young female, approximately older teenager, self harm scars, no sign of parents or guardian" I hear a deep mans voice echo, I guess he's talking into a walkie talkie,
"Rodger that John" I hear another voice crackle, I guessed that was the voice on the other end of the walkie talkie.

This I don't like, I can feel my body being lifted up, and there's nothing I can do about it, I'm having to guess everything and I can't see anything.
"Skye dear, it's Mrs.Dotty from next door, the nice man is going to take you to the hospital, while my husband Ernest and I track down your father" the voice from earlier explained.

I hear the sound of sirens and then I loose consciousness again.

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BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP

What's that sound?
Am I dead?
I slowly crack open my eyes, there are balloons and flowers surrounded by cards on a table in front of me,
Next to my bed there's a 'ring for assistance' button, which I press.
"Hello Miss Smith" a South African nurse beamed, entering the room,
"It's Skye" I smiled,
"sorry Skye, you rang for a nurse?" The nurse spoke, as she pulled the table of cards closer to me so I can read them,
"I was wondering if you could possibly tell me what happened?" I questioned,
The nurse looked at her clipboard,
"Ahh yes, you were found in your garden with blood gushing out your arms unconscious, you've been out cold for 2 weeks, so technically a short coma " the nurse started, she scanned through some papers clipped onto the plastic board,
"I'm afraid that's all we know".

I chatted to the lady for a bit longer until she had to go.
I eyed up the table of cards next to me,
Do I even know this many people?
I picked up the first card, it had a puppy on it, which is mainly the reason I chose it; inside it read~
"To Skye,
Get better soon, I miss you so much! School just isn't the same without you!!

Love Dominic xxx"
I smiled at the card, before picking up another,
"Hey Bright Eyes!
Heard you weren't feeling to good! I baked you a get well soon cake but decided it'll get cold so I ate it... Sorry! Miss you,
Cooking is boring with out my little bright eyes to talk to!!
-Trent"

Trent's card made me feel all warm and fuzzy, I neatly placed it next to Dom's card before picking up the rest of the cards and spreading them out on the bed.
There was a card each from Tom, Andy and Sam, plus a few cards from various members of my class.

I got down to the last card, there seemed to be some sort of essay written in it,
"Skye-
I feel I need to apologise to you, this is the last way I'd planned of doing it but I can't get close to you now a days because your protected by your little posse.
I want to say sorry for making you cry in PE, no girl deserves to cry, I should never have stood down to Harry, but I got peer pressured into making you seem bad,
Popularity made me a bitch, I'm giving a friendly warning for you to leave me alone, seeing someone cry makes me feel like a bad person
-Caspar"

I stared blankly at the card in my hands,
Did he actually just say that?
'Makes me feel like a bad person'
BECAUSE YOU FUCKING ARE! I want to run up to Caspar and shove his pathetic card back into his face telling him his apology isn't accepted,
The depressing thing is through out all this, I still can't help but have slight feelings for him.

A single tear rolls down my face,
Why did my life have to be so complicated? I want to die, but I can't bring myself to do it, I have to stay, I keep telling myself to stay,
For one more day.