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Chapter Two |
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| By Gaia333 | 2011-10-05 20:51:41 |
| Dalia woke up screaming. When she stopped screaming she took a deep breath and relaxed. It must have been a nightmare. As her eyes took in her surroundings the panic began to swell up again, she felt her throat begin to close and her heart began to beat loudly in her chest. The furniture was the same, as was the bed spread and pillows. The walls were different. The walls were a dull yellow; they had always been a soft blue. The desk was not in the corner where it always used to be, the window was smaller and off to the side, framing the bed like it used to. Her mind slowly grasped that what she had experienced was not only a nightmare, but a memory. Her breathing came in gasps as she tried to calm down, all of the pain from the accident came flooding back, her leg was throbbing and the tears were falling onto the blanket freely. Footsteps were echoing through the house and quickly approached the door to her room. The door flew open and a woman knelt by her bedside before she could even remember who she was living with. “Dalia honey breathe its ok, its ok,” aunt Lena smoothed the hair off of Dalia’s forehead and pushed back the pieces that were stuck to her forehead from the sweat. “Baby girl, you are safe ok?” The room became silent except Dalia’s unsteady breathing. Lena kept smoothing her hair until her breathing became quieter and quieter, and turned into small sniffles. “The car?” Dalia nodded. “You are not in that car anymore ok? You are here, with me, and you are safe. Can you understand what I am saying right now?” Lena moved to sit on the edge of the bed and held Dalia until the room became completely silent. “Well it is almost time to get up, are you going to school today?” “Yes, I will be down in a minute for breakfast. I just need a minute,” Dalia looked over at Lena. She was moving her curly red hair out of her eyes, which had dark circles under them from many sleepless nights and early mornings. “Well you can have more than a minute. The damn refrigerator is broken again so no milk for cereal or anything special unless you want chunks in it. I am afraid it is a Pop Tart morning my dear,” Lena patted Dalia’s leg and stood up and turned to leave the room, “just be ready in about an hour ok? I will drive you today.” When the door closed Dalia looked around the room once more. It made more since now. She had been living here for months. She flipped the blankets off of her and swung her feet to the side of the bed, setting them on the cold hard wood floor. Her leg still throbbed, it had broken during the accident and when she had her nightmares it began to hurt more than normal healing pains. She walked over to her bathroom and turned on the shower. She let the water rush over her face and had a flash of a memory of the water that night. So much water. When she was dried and dressed she felt better. Her leg still hurt but she could breathe. She slowly waddled down the stairs to the sound of the toaster producing a few Pop Tarts. Lena’s face was buried in the refrigerator trying to see what could be salvaged. After a couple of minutes and a few choice words Lena slammed the door shut, looked to the ceiling with closed eyes as she sighed and tugged at her hair lightly in frustration. “Hey,” Lena jumped at the sound of Dalia’s voice, placing her hand to her heart and breathing deeply while forcing a smile. “You scared me, be louder down the stairs next time.” “I was thinking a dramatic fall would suffice.” Lena laughed and moved to the toaster, setting the Pop Tarts on a paper towel. “Take those on the road; we have got to get out of here…that is what you are wearing?” Lena looked Dalia up and down and tried her best to keep a simply curious expression from going judgmental. Dalia looked at her faded jeans, oversized sweatshirt and stained shoes. “This is what I had energy for,” she looked at Lena, waiting for a response. “Ok, if that’s what you want, let’s go,” She grabbed the keys off the counter and they walked to the truck together. The drive was quiet. Lena was nervously tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, looking from left to right to frequently for someone driving comfortably. “Lena, do you have to pee?” Dalia asked “What? Oh no of course not we just left the house! Why?” “You look kind of nervous,” Dalia nodded her head towards Lena’s fingers. Lena sighed and stopped tapping as they slowed for a red light. When the car came to a stop Lena turned to look at Dalia. “Your grandmother called, she wants to talk to you about going to that school.” Dalia felt the anger rush through her body. “Again? This school is the school that has all the people I grew up with, all the friends I have and all the teachers I like, we live in the district I don’t see what the problem with it is!” She began to raise her voice; Lena looked around cautiously at the other cars with open windows and spoke in a hushed tone. “I know Dalia, she just feels that maybe it will be easier for everybody, you will have more friends, people who don’t know about the accident and don’t know you. We are worried you will have troubles…readjusting. This is your first day back since the accident so just see how it goes and let me know ok, if anything happens.” “Like what? What could happen?” Lena continued to look around, as the light turned green the car slowly moved forward. “Just, things.” The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. |
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