Lilly

Part 2, Section 2

The floor hurt. And I had to realize that the hard way. Literally.

I guess I was going to have an uneasy morning.

I woke up with the floor right in front of me. It was because I had fallen off my bed while I was sleeping.

My head lifted itself off the ground.

There was a puddle blood on the wooden floors where my face was.

I was shocked.

Touching my nose, I knew it was broken.
A surge of pain jolted through my face as I proceeded to touch it.

Then I turned towards my mirror.

Yep.

My nose was broken.

It was crooked.

And bruised.

And the bone was sticking out in between my eyes.

I was scared to look at it any longer.

"Mom!" I screamed.

I heard footsteps pounding the stairs. My door opened. Mom entered.

She gasped at the sight of my nose.

"Harper!" She ran over to me and she squatted next to me so that she could get a better view of my injury.
"What happened!?" She exclaimed, looking at the pool of red liquid that was near me.

Then she looked at my pants.

I realized what she was thinking.

"Oh...that's from my nose." I pointed to the puddle.

Mom nodded her head with less confusion.

She continued to examine my nose.

"How did this happen!? Did someone hurt you!?" She said.

Then she looked over to the creepy window that always opened on its own.

"Did we have a break-in-and-entering? Who did this?" She said.

"No one mom. I think I just fell...off the bed."

"That was quite an uneasy fall, my dear." she said. "I don't think that we can fix this up at home; we have to go to the hospital."

I cringed. I hated the hospital.

"But we have to get a ride. Dad took Casey to her new school for an orientation. And I don't think he'll be back in time."

I nodded my head. Then mom sighed.

"I'll have to call an ambulance." She said, pacing out the door.

I kinda just sat there.

Awkwardly.

How could I have fallen so hard?

And when in the night?

I stood up and I grabbed my phone from the side table drawer next to my bed.

My phone screen lit up as I turned it on and I could not help but notice the time.

My jaw dropped.

It was noon.

Wasn't I supposed to meet Blake at the neighborhood bench and 11?

My heart sank.

What is he going to think of me!?

I dropped my phone on the floor and I ran out the door in full speed. I almost fell off the stairs trying to make it to the front door.

"Mom I have to go somewhere!" I shouted. I overheard her talking to a 9-1-1 operator.

In my pajamas and with the screwed up nose, and I threw the front door open. My mom hung up the phone and she tried to stop me, but I was already out of the house.

"BLAKE!" I screamed. Then I jogged away from my driveway.

"HARPER! What are you doing!? Get back inside! You will fall and hurt your face even more!" My mom shouted.

"This is more important! It will take a few minutes!" I said.

Then I ran to go to the bench.
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"Blake!!!" I shouted, still panting and running. By now, the bench was in sight. I saw that no one was there. I exhaled. The running really wore me down. I began walking.

Stupid nose... I thought.

"Blake! I'm sorry!!!" I screamed. Deep down, I knew that he wasn't there. And, I was pretty sure that he hates me now. I blew him off completely.

Tears filled my eyes. One wiggled too far right and onto my broken nose. It stung a little as it touched the gash.

I looked around, trying to find a surge of hope. The sun bursted with light.

No one was here.

I had to comprehend that.

Heartbroken, I turned away and I walked home.

I felt like a baby. A stupid, forgetful baby.

I overslept, and now I am sure that poor Blake wants nothing to do with me. He didn't even bother calling me within the hour I was supposed to meet with him. And I know that he would always call or text me like a freaking stalker. But he did none of those things. And it was all my fault.

My tears began to gradually go away as I neared the corner where my house was.

Once I approached it, an ambulance pulled up to the driveway.
My mom exited the house, walking towards me. I looked up at her with sad eyes.

"Wasn't he there?" Mom said as she approached me gently.

I shook my head.

Mom frowned.

"I saw him climbing into his car with a few other boys a few moments ago. I guess that he found some other thing to do.." Mom said.

"You're not helping." I snapped.

A paramedic walked up to me and escorted me into the back of the ambulance. I sat down on the bed as the nurses inside began touching my face and pricking me with needles. My mom followed.

"It's okay, Harper. I had a bad vibe about him." she said as she sat across from me.

"Well...I did."

There was a long pause between our conversation as the paramedics finally stepped away from me and they shut the doors. One of them handed me an ice pack. And another started to put on a cream on my nose that really stung my skin. Then the ambulance rolled away. I looked through the little windows.

All I saw was Blake's house.