In My Blood (Eli Moskowitz/Hawk FF) (Cobra Kai)

Chapter 8: Happiness

CHAPTER 8:

Zelena's POV

My body is frozen in place yet again, my Grandmother's voice echoing in my head, "Search for something deep inside you. A memory that welcomes you home. Something that eases you and fills your heart- that will reconnect your conscience with your physical body. It'll take a little time. Be patient. Pushing yourself will make you weaker and lengthen your physical vegetative state."

I allow myself to lean in to the inability to lift any limbs and slowly shut my eyes. 'Home' the word blocks itself out behind my eyelids in bold, big, sunshine yellow letters. The more I think the more fonts it adapts into are very similar to a cartoon scene. I'd always thought my grandmother was home. But for the past, what it feels like years- I had thought about it.

I revisited every single memory of them in it. I tried Eli and Demetri. I tried Sam. I tried Miguel. I tried Sam and Aisha. I tried Hawk. I tried Tory. The Miyagi Dojo. The Cobra Kai dojo. Robby. Art. English. Christmas. Halloween. All of it and still-

As all these memories flash through like a spin card on a slot machine, blonde hair passes by along with others and my heart swells in my chest. Tears rise to my eyes and this tsunami of raw, unprocessed emotion overwhelms my senses. If I had been standing, I would have fallen backward to offer myself a sense of security.

I allow my head to loll back for a second while outstretching my left leg and folding my right one inward to finish our cool down stretch. "Sensei, I need you to chime in on something." Miggy's voice sounds farther away than where he had been sitting, stretching beside me on my left. I open my eyes and lift my head to its natural position, finding his spot empty and his figure walking toward Sensei Lawrence's office.

I shrug, leaning forward and asking Aisha who meets my gaze, "Is he having girl problems again? I swear he has more questionable choices in actions than Dem does with his candy choices." My flattened out hands surpass my toes by a couple inches and I hold for a mental count of fifteen, feeling the burn in my hamstrings and calf.

"Not that I know of." She mirrors my action, tilting her head to maintain eye contact after she adjusts to stretch her other leg out. "Maybe it's about the All Valley Tournament?"

"You really don't like Demetri's choice of candy favorites, do you?" Hawk chuckles from beside me. My eyes move to him, shaking my head slightly.

"Who doesn't like Starburst or Hershey's?! I could see if it was a texture thing for him. But he told me they are garbage flavors!" I use my right arm to hold my weight for a second as I rise onto my feet. Hawk leans back, distributing his weight on both arms behind him while his legs fully stretch out in front of him. I bend over, but lift my head to keep eye contact with both of them. "Who else do you know whose absolute number one candy in the world is Swedish Fish?" Aisha and Hawk share a look with each other and Aisha's left hand begins to move upward at her side. "I swear, Ish. If you raise your hand even in jokes, I might just throw my sweaty towel at you."

She laughs at this and I stand upright, stealing a glance over my shoulder in the direction of Sensei's office. I can feel the tips of my ears heat up and something in my gut says that Miggy isn't talking about his problems to Sensei. "Zel, you look like you're worried he's saying something about you." Aisha's words register repeatedly in my head and I whip around to look at her in realization. My index finger thrusts in her direction repeatedly to emphasize my frustration.

"You told him!" I rush across the mat and through the threshold of the hallway, turning left abruptly into the first room. My body purposely smacks into Miggy's at a controlled speed to knock him off balance while I keep my balance. "You promised if I told you, you wouldn't talk about it. That includes Sensei Lawrence!" Miguel steadies himself on the filing cabinet in the corner, turning to look at me with a smile on his lips.