ILLEGAL

Chapter 19

I awoke for the final time, my body shuddering and gasping for breath. There were tears streaking my cheeks. My dreams played on repeat in my mind, my real nightmares enveloping me in a panic. I cradled myself into a ball, my knees towards my face and my arms wrapped around my legs. I rocked back and forth until I calmed down. Which wasn't for half an hour.

I felt like a child again, so vulnerable and lonely. I was curled up in a ball in the corner of my bed, my head pressed between my legs as the tears kept coming. I bit my fluffy pant leg to keep from screaming, even when it felt as if I may draw blood.

All of my fears came to life. I felt so forgotten in this world, so alone, and I was dying. It felt as if I were drowning although there wasn't water near by. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, and I don't even have claustrophobia. Meanwhile, in my mind, the dreams kept replaying over and over.

Every time this happens, almost every time that I sleep. I can't afford to keep having mental breakdowns. I identified what was happening as a small panic attack, and I tried to stop it before it became too serious. I focused on my breathing and set it to a steady beat. Inhale. A beat. Exhale.

After fifteen minutes I calmed myself down enough to let my instincts take over. My eyes flicked around the room in darkness, and I didn't dare search for a light switch before I figured out where I was. I noticed decorations up on the walls, many medals, trophies, and other awards.

A beam of light shone on one in particular, and I realized that I had that award. This was my room. I sighed, relaxing against the headboard. Indeed, this was my room, over in the corner was the hole from when I had thrown my spoon (Chelsea still doesn't know).

I got up and tiptoed to the kitchen. But when I got out there, Chelsea was sitting on the couch texting. She looked up in surprise."Oh, you're awake!" She said excitedly, leaping up."Sure took you long enough."

"How long...how long was I sleeping?" I asked, very unsure myself.

"About two days,"She said, then glancing at the clock,"And a half."

I covered my hand with my mouth, gasping. Holy. Shit. Two days!

"Two days! Chelsea, are you sure?" I asked, unable to believe it.

"Yes, well, besides that little interval in the middle where we dragged you up here so you could be in your own bed. You were awake during that small period, but you looked pretty out of it. Doctor said you probably wouldn't remember it. And Jesus Christ, stop freaking out about it." She assured me.

Indeed, I had no memory of that brief time in between nightmares. But there's no way I could sleep for that long."Chelsea, what happened? What did they do? It's impossible for me to sleep for that long normally."

She shrugged."The doctors gave you a bigger dose of medication when you slept to preform the surgery, to get the bullet out of your shoulder. They said the studies showed that you haven't gotten a good rest in months."

That son of a bitch. No doubt King had ordered them to do that.

"Holy shit,"I said, running my fingers through my tangled hair."Two days. Did I miss anything?"

Chelsea shrugged again."No, it's been pretty boring. I've been stuck here making sure you were okay for most of the time, and when I wasn't here Jack was."

That sent a jolt through my brain. Or was it my heart? I don't know, I've been mixing the two up quite a bit lately. "Jack?" I questioned, but it came out a screech.

She had started walking to the fridge, shrugging off my last comment."Yeah...hey, you hungry? Cause like, you haven't eaten in forty-eight hours. I can cook up some eggs or something?"

I hadn't realized how intimidating my hunger was until she said that, making my stomach grumble. I rubbed it in effort for it to shut up.

Pulling out the eggs and pan, she told me,"You go ahead and get ready, and I'll call King and make some eggs."

"Call King?"

"Yeah, he wanted me to do that once you woke up, to get details about the Fly and see the comparison between you and Jack's details."

Again, his name sent a pang through my heart(brain?). I nodded and thanked Chelsea, then proceeded to go get dressed.

Within minutes, I could smell and hear crackling eggs and sizzling bacon on the pan, my stomach like a pack of hungry wolves, pulling me nearer.

I just pulled out a black t-shirt and skinny jeans. I ran a brush through my hair, then put it up in a glossy ponytail. I put on a thin layer of eyeliner and that's all.

The meal Chelsea made was exquisite. It was probably made ten times better since I was starving. I spent the next ten minutes thinking over the last few hours before I blacked out, trying to recall details. Although, my mind kept coming back to Jack, and I had to constantly push him out.

I thought back to when I was at the hospital and had woken up. And Jack was there beside me. And he was holding my hand.

It sent butterflies into my stomach and my heart rate up. I didn't like it. What did it mean? What did his actions say, and what was I feeling?

Okay sorry to end this chapter here, the original was too long so I cut it in half, and this was a good point to cut it at. I meant to get the original chapter out last week, sine it was Valentines Day, but obviously I failed. xD (yeah sorry about that)

Which obviously means that there going to be a little romance next chapter. I don't know(well actually I do) maybe a...confession?? Read on to find out what happens!! ^^^ this all a means that there WILL DEFINITELY be a new chapter out next week.

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