The Seventh Sense

Hi everyone, so as you might know, this is my first time putting a story up on wattpad and it's very EXCITING!!! But before I start I just want to add that my story might not be for everyone, that happens, I know! But if you do like it, the PLEASE feel free to ask me a question, vote for my story, become my 'fan' or share my story to your friends.. BUT, most importantly, read it, give it a try and if you can, enjoy it as much as I do!! Thanks xx my friendly moustapuses...

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I landed on my back, if only I could scream, yell, cry or curse. The neighbours would have definitely been able to hear me. But they hadn't, a whine was all I could manage, and if anybody else had been around, they would have felt the raw and agonising emotions rolling off that whine. I clenched my fists, digging into my wrists, and I shut my eyes.

But just because I couldn't see it, does not mean I couldn'tfeel it. Landing on your back, straight onto your back from a three storey building was a horrific experience, and one I was experiencing right now. Looking back on that moment, the thing I did next was probably the stupidest thing I ever did, apart from leaning too far out an open widow and falling, no actually, what I did next was stupider. Our house was large, I must say, but our backyard wasn't. It contained a tiny stretch of grass and a small pool. Unfortunately, I had the good luck to land on neither of those things, I landed on an even tinier patch of concrete. But the pool was less than a metre away, or so it seemed, and the gate was open. I edged towards the pool, small sounds of agony emitting from my mouth. I grabbed onto the fence surrounding the pool, and shoved myself across the pavers, grazing my back. Now I had internal and external damage. I hesitated for a moment, but that moment turned into a few minutes. Did I really want to do this?

Once I was in the pool, I had an extremely small chance of making it back out so drowning was imminent. But the pain I was going through was too much, and as you'll come to know, making me admit to that is one thing that will never happen, I will never say I'm too weak. But I had to share my story, my friends told me it was too amazing to leave untold, so here I am, telling it to you. I was found fifteen hours later at the bottom of my pool by my brother; Anthony. I was paralysed, had no pulse, but I was alive. And this is my story...

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I licked my lips and stretched my ears as I listened to the chatter and business carried out around my ward. I was in hospital, I was sure of that, but I hadn't dared open my eyes yet.

"I don't know, you see-" I recognised my brother's voice, complaining as usual.

"Look, I do apologise sir, but we have to go through this one more time. Our team lost the voice recording and written copy of your statement," the unknown but firm female voice interjected. I realised there were several other people in the room when I heard sighs coming form different directions around me.

"Listen, you officer, I didn't push her in, for the last time!" My brother's voice raised. I winced, causing movement and I heard my mum's voice. "Is she awake?"

The room went eerily silent for several seconds before the room crowded with nurses and family members alike trying to get a look at me. But I didn't want the attention so I went with a small murmur and then I stayed still. It must of worked because the talking began again.

"I know sir, I don't believe you did and neither do my colleagues. But we need everything we can get until she wakes up herself to explain why she has a paralysed arm, four broken bones, sections of her back paralysed and was in a pool left to drown before you came along. Now please, why don't we head somewhere more private to recount it?" The question left hung in the air, and it was obvious that the occupants of the room were not at all in their own conversations as the room went silent as Anthony's was waited upon.

He agreed, and footsteps alerted me of their departure. A few others made excuses for going but I couldn't discern who they were. The last thing I remembered was immense pain and falling into the pool. After that, I'm not sure. What struck me as odd was that Anthony found me in the pool. I mean, the morning before he went to school he had stressed about the two exams he had on. They only just the biggest exams one had in high school. He was at the end of year twelve!

I know for sure that it had been eleven o'clock when I fell out of my window, eleven past eleven it was. Anthony's exams didn't finish until four o'clock and after that he was going partying with a few mates for their last exam. It was impossible even if he didn't out afterward for him to reach me in time before I drowned. Something was amiss here, because I knew that Anthony wouldn't miss the world for these exams. He acts all macho to mum and dad but he and I were close. I knew how much they meant to him. The officer mentioned that he was the one to find me, she just hadn't mentioned how long I had been in the water for. It was a stupid question to ask, but then again, was it really? I shook my head, I mustn't think of that, it's impossible! There was no way I had been in the water for more than a few minutes!

I nearly jumped when I felt a familiar hand on my arm.

"Elise...?" My mum whispered. I managed a smile and all crazy thoughts were pushed, (forcefully), to the back of my mind. I couldn't make any weird assumptions until I questioned Anthony. I opened my eyes and the hospital greeted me. Along with my mum, dad, aunt, nephew, grandparents, a neck brace and foot cast and two nurses.

"Yes mum," I croaked. "I think... I'm okay."