A/N: Hello, hello!
I am so sorry I haven't written in so long. During Thanksgiving weekend, I was without a computer due to a relocation. Hope I am forgiven.
(PS: I have changed Caroline's and Tom's surname from Delanges to Allen. I sort of made Delanges up because of the lack of a better word, and have decided to erase that God awful name from the planet. I hope its not too confusing. I am working on editing all the previous chapters for new readers)
As always, thanks for reading!
"No," I say, for the umpteenth time.
"So you are positively sure that there was no fire?" The doctor asks, again.
"Yes." I want to scream.
"One more time, please. Explain to me what happened. We have to make sure you haven't experienced any neuro damage, or any other type for that matter." He notices my expression, which should be displaying the simple fact that I am about to slaughter him for asking that question again. "Please," he says to the floor, then slowly looks up to me.
I let out a deep sigh that rolls out from the bottom of my chest. "I had a dream when I had passed out on the road. It was very vivid, one where I believed there was a fire that a friend and I were running from. I was mistaken. I apologize for the repercussions that amounted from my false claim." The statement is laced with a lethal amount of sarcasm.
"Thank you. We are going to keep you overnight, just for observation, alright?" My greying doctor says, with obvious discomfort. Sweat shines from his onyx forehead
"It's not like I have any choice," I would like to say, but don't. I raise my eyebrows and nod my head with pursed lips. Another day of cardboard foods and a scratchy bed to lie on, all while clothed in a dress with no back. Stellar. "We still don't know what caused you to fall," he reminds me.
"I thought I had already told you. It was just a bad headache."
"Headaches don't normally make pretty young girls pass out with pain," he counters with a respectful smile.
"Well, this one did." His smile vanishes and he expels a hearty sigh. "I have a low pain tolerance," I explain falsely.
He looks at the door with longing. When a nurse walking down the hallway breifly makes eye contact with him, I see wheels moving in his head. "Excuse me. There is something I have to attend to," he concocts. I roll my eyes at his poor excuse.
With ouckered lips and a nod from his greying head, my doctor exits the room, leaving the black-haired nurse to pay me company. I look at her name tag to finally lable her, as the "black-haired nurse" is too long of a name to say over and over again. The word "Lissy" is spelt on the plastic, framed by pink and purple hearts.
Lissy looks at the clipboard that she has at hand and walks towards the bed where I sit. "Alrighty, Will'ah. Who're yer parents?" She asks with no foreword. Her hand holds a pen that hovers over the paper.
I sigh, then with exhaustion reply: "'Don't have any." Throughout this ordeal - questioning that lasted well past two hours, that is - I was becoming increasingly aware of how late it was at night, as my eyelids became more and more cumbersome to keep open. I am languid from a completely subjectory mental illness, one that would put me into a psychiatric ward for centruies if I ever breathe a word of it. I'm just a wee bit tired.
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Black Eyed (Original)
Paranormal[1st draft of the Black Eyed series. Permanently retired] Willow's life has never been the personification of 'normal,' and recent events just seem to keep proving that. She's never had loving parents or a friend to talk to, but when a new family...
