Changes (Luke Hemmings)

~ Chapter 19 ~

My eyes stung when I finally opened them.

I felt drowsy and confused.

I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by medical equipment.
I, slowly, tried to gather myself and take in my surroundings.
I was fighting sleep but wanted to stay awake.

A nurse entered the room and begun to alert people. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by fussing doctors. The only think I felt was confusion, I couldn't feel any physical pain.

"What happened to me?" I asked the nurse closest to me, in my groggy voice.

"I'm sorry, darlin', you were in a car accident." She told me.

I suddenly started remembering everything.

No. No. No.

I wasn't in a car crash, I was in the park - with Luke - and fell.

The car crash happened in my first life.

I began to panic and the nurses told me I was going to be fine and to calm down. How could I calm down? They didn't know what I had experienced.

"I wasn't in a car crash... I fell off a swing." I tried to tell the nurse. She looked at me with pity and squeezed my hand.

"I know you're confused - you were in a nasty accident." She said.

I was so confused.

"What's the date?" I asked, "year?"

"Well, um..." She checked her watch, "It's, 20th July, 2018". She told me.

"Holy shit, was I out for three years?" I gasped.

"No, hunny, you've been in a coma two and half weeks." She smiled softly.

Fuck, the dates lined up.

I knew the day I was in the car crash, in my first life because I had an important task due, It was 5th of July. Two and a half weeks later, would make the 20th July, 2018.

So I hadn't fallen off a swing and it wasn't December 2015... I made it up.

I'd dreamt everything.

I'd never relived my life.

Obviously, the idea of living my life again, made no sense but after four years, I abandoned all logic and accepted it. Except it never happened.

I began to uncontrollably cry, gasping for air as I sobbed. Realising the better life I lived, was all a dream.

Luke never loved me.

The band didn't know me - I was nothing more than a girl, they once went to school with.

Aleisha, wasn't my friend.

The nurses tried to console me but it was useless.
I had nothing.
Everything that made that second life so exciting and fun had been torn from my hands when everything seemed to be at it's best.

Maybe this was the universe's way of correcting it's path - just wake me up, tear me away.

The only benefit I could think up, was no longer having to worry about changing the future because I no longer knew it. At least I could live now. My prophet days were over.
I couldn't see that as much of a positive... I may have been able to live my life but the life I now had, was barely worth living.

I cried, until I exhausted myself and let myself fall back to sleep.

When I woke up, I decided to torture myself by looking the band up. I knew it would hurt but really, what was a little bit more pain? I had already lost them.