HATE- THE MOTHER OF LOVE

I'm falling deeply.....insane

                 Cassie

After tiptoeing throughout the house for the 5th time, I come to the conclusion that I am indeed going insane... Just not that fast. I walk to our living room confidently, and sit down on the couch. Stupid Ryan forgot to lock the door. I mentally kick myself (for the umpteenth time) at my previous stupidity.

Like, who would be that interested in me and my family to try to stalk me? Yes, we might be way well off, but so we're all the other families living in this neighborhood. I check my phone to see if I have any missed calls or texts, but find that I have none. Thank God Kim has not yet seen my text. I would have freaked her out for nothing.

I stand, ready to head up to my room to finish up my homework, when I hear a slight chuckle. I shake my head at my over imaginative mind, and continue on my way. I'm just about to climb the first stair when I hear it again, this time directly in front of me, about 3 stairs above me. I freeze right on the spot.

My paranoia can't be getting this bad can it? Do I need to see a shrink or something? I'm contemplating all this when I feel the atmosphere eerily change. I stay rooted on the spot, willing my legs to move but they don't.

I try taking deep breaths, telling myself that's it's nothing. Again, I force my feet to move but they are adamant. I can feel another presence very close to me now, and no matter how hard I try to ignore it or brush it off, I just can't. When the familiar feeling of something brushing against the base of my neck returns, my legs finally obey. They give way and I fall, but even when my skin comes into contact with the floor, I don't feel any pain.

I look up and see nothing. My eyes are already closing on their own accord, but the last thing I hear before passing out, is "we need you Cassie,... We really do."

My head hurts. Really bad. I groan and try opening my eyes. When I do, I shut them tightly again, only because of the blinding light. I try again, this time slowly. When they are finally accustomed to the light, i look around. Oddly enough, I'm in my room. Then it hits me: chuckles, falling, passing out.. How did I even get in my room.

I push my self up and turn to find myself face to face with my parents. "Mom.. Dad..? What are you doing here?" I ask more out of bewilderment than curiosity. They look at each other then back to me "we came back honey, because we heard of your accident. We were worried we'd scare you back into a coma if we suddenly spoke up when you weren't fully conscious" Mom speaks for both of them. As usual.

I'm about to ensure them it's nothing to worry about, when I remember what exactly she said. "What do you mean accident... Coma??? Was I really in a comma?? You guys know I hate such jokes right??" I ask, searching their faces for any form of hidden amusement or exaggerated seriousness, but all I can see is worry. I swallow, trying to comprehend the looks on their faces. But even as I go over what the just said, a little part of me knows its true. Something inside me isn't shocked at this news, though the rest of me is clearly baffled. In a timid voice, I look down and ask "how long?" I hear a sigh, then some silence. "About five days.. And a half" This time, it's dad who answers me... But wait.. "Five and a half?? Are you kidding me right now??" I ask frantically looking around. Where's my phone? We are the only ones in here, and I'm about to get another shock at what they've just told me.

I look at them closely and find them trying really hard to suppress their grins. Oh really? So this is their idea of fun? "I knew it" I say gritting my teeth. This is all it takes for them to burst out laughing. Muttering curse words to myself, I look around for my phone and finally locate it on the bed stand. I switch it on and sigh in relief. It's still the same day, just some hours past since I fell unconscious. "Haven't we perfected our acting sweetheart?" Mom asks in the midst of laughs. I ignore them. I can hear sounds from outside my door and just as I am about to inquire, my granny walks in. What is she doing here? When she sees me up, her mouth curves upward in.... Relief?? I ditch my phone and run up to her. She envelopes me in a hug and we stay like that for a while. I can still hear my parents laughing at the stunt they managed to pull off but their voices fade as soon as I hear my granny's voice whisper I my ear "glad to see you alive and kicking sweetie"

What exactly does she mean by this?? I pull back from her embrace to look at her and ask her exactly that, when my brother announces its dinner time. She just looks at me with this sad smile and goes out of the door. Probably heading down to dinner. My parents follow her suit, and they tell me to be downstairs in ten minutes. I'm left by myself trying to make out what granny was saying.

Is she really happy that I'm alive? But I always am... Right? Was I supposed to be dead or something?? I lock the door behind me. As I walk downstairs, I know I must get an explanation from her. Either now or over the holidays at her place.

A/N
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