Bella-May

Chapter 10

What is pain without a word for it? How can the physical trauma people undergo be defined without using the word 'pain'? I toss this complicated theory around in my head as I lie on the ground motionless, sharp shoots of pain assaulting me. I am positive that I have re-broken my ankle, yet all I really care about is the stormy grey sky stretching out above me. For some reason, I don't feel stressed or worried in the slightest. It is just me, my ankle and the rain clouds.

I glance down towards my joint and see that it is very swollen, so I take off the respective shoe to allow my ankle to breathe. The rain is continuing to pour down, and by now I am well and truly soaked. I glance to my left when I hear a noise, and see a bright light coming closer and closer towards me. I become very confused at this because I don't feel too terrible. Am I dying?

"God?" I say, raising my arm out towards the light.

Two short honks come from the direction of the brightness, and I cower downwards in fear. I must be dreaming right? Last time I checked, God couldn't honk. All of a sudden, I am back at the crash site where Bella-May was killed. A loud braking noise screeches through the air, amplified unknowingly by myself, and I let out a ear piercing scream.

"Stop, stop, stop!" comes my shrill voice, shrieking out at the top of my lungs. I start shaking and weeping uncontrollably, just like my reaction when I witnessed my sister die.

"Please stop!" I scream again.

"Hey, shhhh Dylan" comes a somehow familiar voice. "It's just me. You don't have to be scared, it's just me."

Warm arms envelop me and I am heaved up into their grasp. I faintly remember being carried somewhere, but to what location was unknown. My vision was blurry with unshed tears, and I fell in and out of consciousness multiple times whilst being carried in the mysterious person's arms. I was obviously too delirious to even be in control of my body as I mutter to myself over and over again.

The last thing I remember is my hair being tucked behind my ear, and a warm finger tracing the scar above my eyebrow before I am left alone in peace. Sweet, beautiful, painless peace.

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The sound of whispers abruptly wake me up from my deep sleep, and I open my eyes tiredly to greet the world. I feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu - this feels so much like my experience at the hospital over a year ago now.

"OMG she is finally awake!" comes a voice close to my ear.

I turn to my left to see Megan lying in the bed next to me, underneath my covers and all. I almost laugh at her expression, what with her eyes peering up at me innocently and small figure resting beside my frame. She looks scarily like a meerkat, so I smile instinctively.

"What are you doing in my bed?" I question lightly.

"You see... about that... well, I'm not entirely sure actually. You just looked so cute sleeping, and I wanted to keep you company?" she replies, almost as if she was unsure herself. Her voice trails off as she realises how ridiculous that sounded.

I begin laughing at her antics, but stop when my ankle lets out a cry of pain. I totally forgot that I had an injury, especially since yesterday is a total blur to me and I can't even remember how the accident actually unfolded.

"What happened?" comes my wavering voice.

James steps off of the wall he was leaning on and answers my question. "You fell over running yesterday morning and re-injured your ankle. Chase found you in a state of shock on the road and carried you back home."