Beautifully Chaotic

Chapter 13

They never tell you how much pain you'll endure during your lifetime.

Whether it's physical pain or mental, they never tell you, your parents. Maybe it's because they want to save us from it or keep our youth innocent and carefree.

Part of me is happy that they kept that from me, but another part is resentful for them not preparing me enough.

Right now I am not grateful for their lack of teaching. Right now, as I lay in this hospital bed, an immortal hybrid, that cannot move, speak, or open her eyes, I am resentful.

I have endured more pain in more ways than one this last year than one should endure in their whole life. Maybe them telling me, cautioning me about the possibilities of all the pain life would cause me, would have preapred me better.

I can hear the worried voices of my friends and family surrounding me like whispers, but I am unable to react.

That creature that had attacked me in the forest had a poison in its claws that was spreading quickly.

I almost died, I know I almost died. I felt peace and the pain had disappeared, but a jolt of electricity brought me back. It clogged the drain I was circuling and put a hold on death itself.

My body feels numb and cold. I feel like an empty shell. When the medicines start to wear of however, that is a different story. Pain slowly creeps in, it starts from the largest wound and slowly takes over my body.

It feels like my veins are on fire, and I cannot scream, move, cry, yell, I can't do anything to let them know about my pain.

They don't notice until my heart starts to fail, my already slow beating heart, it finally starts to stop.

Being an immortal hybrid is not all you think it would be. It is like you have three different beings living in your head. Your wolf side with the instincts, the heigtened speed, hearing, sight and healing. Your vampiric side blood thirst, the craving, the need to kill that can't always be controlled along with the enhanced qualities. Your witch side, that craves power, control, balance, in an unbalanced body, she is the hardest to control.

There's just one problem, they are all me.

Put three powerful deadly creatures into one shy, outcasted, reserved girl...what do you get?

An uncontrollable monster.

I can faintly feel the sparks traveling up my arm through my hand signaling the medicine is wearing off. Soon the pain will come.

I know Dylan is sitting by my side. Never leaving.

The sparks help prepare me for the pain. They don't know how to fix me. I can hear them talking, you would think, that out of the three creatures I am made of that I would be healed and up walking around.

That is obviously not the case. I have obviously neglected one or the other, my body lacks balance.

The heart monitor starts to beep rapidly and I can hear the commotion in the room start again.

Pain spreads through my veins, curses can be heard and my heart slows once more, only this time, the pain disappears.

Peace washes over me, I don't see a light, I don't see anything except for a garden and a swing that is tied to an old willow tree.

A figure is sitting on the swing. Her long brown hair sways in the breeze and I can't help but smile as I run towards her.

"Mommy." I whsiper as I fall to her feet and my eyes meet her teary eyed ones. "Rosie." She says softly as he hand falls onto my cheeks gently. "I've missed you." I mumble as I lean into her comforting touch.

"You should know by now, I am not your real mother." She tells me as a tear falls down her cheek.

"I know." I respond softly. Her familiar scent of lavender and peaches washes over me and I can't help the tears that fall from my cheeks.

"I don't know what to do." I tell her truthfully as she gets on her knees next to me and pulls me next to her tightly. "You have grown up so much my beautiful flower, you have done so much and accomplished nightmares that people only dream of. You are so incredibly strong." She tells me as she strokes my hair softly.

"The pain is gone." I tell her as I just let her hold me. I love my real mother, but she wasn't there for me growing up. I don't know if we could ever share a bond like this.

"I know, but you have to go back." She tells me softly.

"I don't want to." I tell her truthfully.

A hand grabs my shoulder softly and I meet the soft brown eyes of my father, both of their eyes are brown, that should have tipped me off.

"Dad." I gasp as I run into his open arms. "Think of your mate rosebud." He whispers softly.

"Dylan." I mutter as I pull back and my mother stands. "He is a fine young man, we are so proud of you." She tells me.

"You have to go back sweetie." My father tells me holding onto me tightly. I don't miss the tear that slips down his cheek.

"I know you've met your real parents, but we just have one thing to say before you leave." He says kissing my cheek softly.

The both hug onto me and I feel at home.

"Don't forget us." They whsiper in unison as I'm pulled back into darkness.

The beep of the heart monitor is erratic and I can hear cries of joy at the fact that is probably just there.

Panic fills me, I wasn't ready to go, I didn't say goodbye.

I don't want to be alone in this darkness with this burning pain and the ability to not move an ounce of muscle. I want to be with the people who raised me, who make me feel safe.

"Please, come back to me Rosie." I hear a voice say as sparks erupt on my forehead. A prick is felt before my body goes numb.

I'll do it, for them, I'll live, I'll love, I'll be strong, for them.

I muster every ounce of strength I can.

I try to force my eyes open but to no avail, "clear." I hear as a jolt of electricity shoots through my body.

I do the one thing I never thought I'd be able to do again.

I open my eyes.

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I am not even going to lie. I cried while writing this chapter.

~scarletbride30