Wake me Up
I’m walking home. There’s a strange feeling inside my stomach. It feels nice and warming. Happiness I realise. I had a good day at school. Walking into my house and seeing my mother smiling at me. My father is still at work but I know he’ll come home. I sit at the kitchen table and enjoy my dinner. My homework is set out on the table and I breeze through it with my mothers help. I feel lucky to have such a nice life. My father walks through the door and smiles. We greet him happily and he joins us for a movie around the TV. Then I go to bed.
The next morning I’m greeted with the calming sound of my mother waking me up. I smile. I have a feeling that this day is going to be good. Like the rest. I get up enthusiastically and get ready for school quickly. Grabbing a sandwich for breakfast and brushing my teeth, I wait for my father at the door. He comes, we say goodbye to my mother and I get into the car.
“So what are you looking forward to at school today?” My father asks,
“Today we’re presenting our English projects. I’m working on making a song about the people less fortunate than us. I want people to be more aware that there are some people that don’t live as well as us.” My father smiles and says while turning,
“I’m glad you want to help.” I smile and am about to explain what we’re doing in science when I spot something out of the corner of my eye.
“Dad…?” I start to say,
“Yes?”
“What’s tha-” There is a bang and the car spins. My father is furiously trying to control the car. It keeps going until I feel like throwing up. The airbags go off and blood pours out of my arm and head.
My vision is blurred. I look around, dazed and confused. The front of the car is destroyed, we had hit another car. The other car drives off quickly and I try to focus on the plate number. But a wave of nausea hits me and I have to hold back the urge to puke. I look around the car. Everything looks a little more beaten then I remember it. When my eyes land on my father I scream. There’s a huge piece of glass stuck inside his eye. Blood is still pouring out and his head is half out the window. Blood stained tears are coming out of my eyes and I can’t see. I rest my head on my father's shoulder and grab onto his shirt. I shake and scream,
“DAD!” But he doesn’t answer. Suddenly the door opens but I don’t react. My brain isn’t working properly and I don’t even feel someone prying me off my father. They place me in a bed and carry me into a van. My eyes can’t focus on anything so I just stare at the tiny dots on the roof. A man sticks a needle into my arm and I lose conscious.
The crash wasn’t the hardest thing that happened to me. The aftermath killed me. I was left with a concussion and had to stay at home for a day. The next I had to go to school. My mother shut herself in her room so I had to fix myself breakfast and walk to school. On the way it started raining. I didn’t want to run. I just stared at myself in the puddle the was beginning to form in front of me. Waiting for the bus. I was there a long time before the bus came. The water splashed at my feet and I climbed inside slowly. I sat at the very back. Ignoring anyone who came on. The girl who was sitting in front of me said,
“Hey! You weren’t here yesterday! Where were you?!” She was so happy and it was making me sick. I ignored her. My father was clinging onto life in a hospital and people are here overlooking everything that happens. My mother won’t speak to anyone and I’m at the edge of insanity from brain damage. Why do I have to speak to people? The girl smile didn’t falter but she turned back towards the front. I watched the world go by and tried to remember how it was before the accident. All I can remember is the sickening feeling I got when I saw a person on top of the building that day it happened. Before that it seems like it never happened. The doctor says the rest will come back to me. But I know, I’ll never feel that warmness in my stomach again. No matter what he says. The bus stops and I wait for the people to leave before getting up and joining the back of the line to get out. There I see a girl. She looks familiar but I can’t find anything that sparks a name.
“Hey!” She says, I stare at her.
“Why weren’t you here yesterday?” She asks, she raises her umbrella and holds it above my head. I look up to the pattern that looks familiar also. But I can’t remember.
“Yo, are you listening?” She snaps her fingers in front of my face. I look at her again.
“The teachers won’t tell us a thing. Where were you?” Her face hardens,
“Dude, tell me!” I can’t speak. I don’t know her. I don’t want to talk to her. So I walk away. She watches me leave with confusion and sadness written across her face. I get into class and look around. Nothing looks new but I don’t remember it. I try to get through the day. On the way I meet people. A boy comes up to me and talks to me. But I don’t know what to say. He looks like a stranger. But he’s cute. He asked where I was yesterday and I almost answer him. Yet I still don’t want to talk. To anyone. I walk home from school. I walk into my house and am greeted by an empty house. I find some stir fry noodles and cook it for dinner. I lay my homework on the table but I can’t concentrate. I hear noises coming from my mother's bedroom. It sounds like crying. I open the door and see her. Her hair is messy and knotted. Her clothes are dirty and torn. There are bottles of liquor everywhere. She is curled up in a ball in the corner. I want to go over to her but I can’t. I close the door and try to focus on homework, but nothing makes sense. I try my best and guess most then go to sleep. I wake up and look at the clock. YIKES I’M LATE! I race out of my bed and get changed. I grab a few grapes and shove them into my mouth grabbing my bag and putting my shoes on as I walk out the door. I race towards the bus and catch it as it’s going out. I sit down and catch my breath. I have no one to greet me this time. I’m walking down the halls when I feel myself get pushed. The same girl from yesterday is there.
“Hey! Why are you so mean, dude? Is it because you want attention? Oh no! I got into an accident and got to skip school so now I’m supposed to be super popular! No, that’s not how this works.” Sh shoves me again. I ignore her and try to keep walking when she says,
“You’re still ignoring me! Didn’t your precious father tell you that it’s rude to ignore people?” That struck me hard. I turned around and advanced towards her quickly. Fear flashed in her eyes for a second as I pulled back and punched her in the face. Hard. She held her face and swung back. I ducked and rammed into her stomach. She began hammering on my back and I punched her abdomen. A group suddenly comes forward and pulls me off her. I struggle but they hold my arms back. The girl punches me eight times. I’m almost unconscious. The group drops me and starts kicking my stomach. I spit out blood as the bell rings. They scamper off to class and I’m stuck in the middle of the hallway. I can barely move. I start to cry. What happened? Why is this happening to me? When will it stop? When will I wake up? Please, Please Wake me up. I feel someone hover over me and I look up to see the cute boy from yesterday.
“Hey, are you okay? No, that’s a stupid question of course you’re not okay.” He sits me up and I look into his eyes.
“Wh-who are you?” I ask slowly. My voice returning for the first time in a long time.
“Jasper, Jasper Curtis. You don’t know me?” He asks, his voice sounding a little hurt.
“I can’t remember anything.” I confess.
“What do you mean?” He asks, I lose it and start crying again. I’m enveloped in a hug and I start sobbing into him. I start telling him everything I can remember. Everything that has happened to me. How my life took a bad turn on to a hard road. He understands. He helps me up and brings me to the nurse. Explaining how I had gotten the injuries. The headmaster was informed.
“Wait.” I said to Jasper.
“Yeah?” He asks,
“I don’t want medication. Or therapy or anything.” He nods, kneels next to the bed I’m on and says,
“What do you want?”
“I want a friend.” I whisper. He smiles and caresses my cheek.
“You’ve got one.” My eyes tear up and I close them. I feel him leave my side. The door closes and I feel the tickling of a smile on my mouth. I feel a warm sensation in my stomach. Happiness I realise.
(I just started writing and didn't stop, I hope you guys like it)
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