🌹R O S E III🌹

🌹CHAPTER TWO🌹

"They've been shot! Someone call 911!!" I hear yelling but so many words are blurred and I can't hear them. This agonizing pain is too much for me to handle. I can't open my eyes as the darkness has taken me in. My body feels frozen, petrified with pain.

All I feel is pain. But I hear people talking, people panicking and I worry. I worry about Alexander and I worry for myself. My stomach is on fire as the pain is too much for me to bear. My lungs feel like someone has taken a hammer and is banging on them.

"There's no heartbeat in him" One voice says and I know it's about Alexander and I start to panic even more. The darkness doesn't help either. I feel myself buried under it and it harms me so much that I can't feel anything but pain and darkness.

"She's going into shock... they need a doctor" Another voice says, a familiar voice but I can't place it. Everything is blurry and the voice are ringing in my ears like church bell and I can not longer hear the words that they speak. I can't hear anything at all. There are no sounds, I can't feel anything, I can't hear anything, there is no smell, there is nothing.

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The memories of that day burn in my memory and I know that I will never be able to forget that pain and forget what happened there, even when I don't even know what happened exactly. The police doesn't know who shot us, only that it was a sniper.

It was someone who has had military training, they say. I don't know who wanted us dead but the person who did, succeed. Alexander stopped breathing and his heart stopped. He... died but they did managed to restart his heart. I was luckier than him but still, the doctors say that I will have a hard time walking for a long time.

The bullet touches my spinal cord and they say it's a miracle that I'm not paralyzed from the waist down. I don't know much about what happened that day. The police haven't found much even when my mother and his parents use so much money to find out what happened.

Donate to all sort of things to bribe people to give them information about it yet they always come empty-handed into the hospital with no news about it. I sit up in the hospital bed and see my mom sleeping on the couch beside the bed. Lena and my mom have been taking turns in sleeping in the hospital with me because they don't want me to be alone.

It's the middle of the night and there is no way I will be able to go back to sleep now. I take the laptop of the nightstand and put it on the table that can be moved over the bed yet does not touch me at all. Opening it I open the novel that I'm writing.

Ever since I woke up from the hospital I've begun writing it again and it's almost over, though I doubt anyone would read it. It's not good, yet it does help me pass the time. My novel is not that much of a big deal yet I like it, and when I write I write thousands upon thousands words.

Just letting my fingers fly on that keyboard and allowing the thoughts in my head to come to live. My fingers glide on the letters as the words begin to write themselves. I don't know for how long I've been writing but it feels like minutes but sun says otherwise.

I start to see the rays of the sun come inside the room from the window, dawn has arrived but I don't stop writing. I don't stop even though my fingers are cramping and I can barely feel them. I ignore the pain like I've been doing this whole time.

The pain in my fingers is nothing compared to the pain in my body and even when they give me these drugs to numb the pain I still feel it and not physically. I can feel the pain mentally and emotionally. I notice that my mom is starting to wake up and I stop writing and set the laptop back on the nightstand and push the table away from me.

Lying down on the bed and close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I hear my mom stir in her sleep before I hear her footsteps leave the room. At dawn is the time that my mom wakes up and gets breakfast for the two of us. That pattern is something that I've come to realize but she doesn't know it.

I don't need to worry her more than she already is. She may not admit it but she's more worried than she's ever been. I sit up when she's gone like I always do when she goes to get breakfast. I wait in the slight darkness, waiting for my mom to come with the food.

Watching the clock on the wall as it ticks away. I don't even see what the time is, I just watch the fingers on the clock turn in circles and they never stop running around. The door opens and my mom enters with a tray, an identical tray to the one that Lena had brought yesterday.

"Good morning" She says with a smile on her face which I gladly return. "Morning" I tell her. I put the table back where it had been only a couple of moments ago and she sets the tray there. The food is not that appetizing to me but then again I'm used to it by now.

"When you get out of this place, I swear that you can have anything to eat, anything that you wish for" Mom says as she had noticed the unpleasant look on my face. "I'll be sure to remind you of that" I tell her to try to lift her spirits. I know my mom is hurting, hurting to see me like this.

I always try to make her feel better, even when I'm the one that had a bullet in my stomach. She smiles my way as I begin eating the food that is meant for me while she had already taken the food and eaten her share. "I hear you visited him" She says and I freeze.

I stop eating and look down at my hand where a needle is in, though I can't see the needle, I know it's there. "Yes, yes I did" I tell her after I am able to find my own voice but many seconds pass before I'm able to speak at all. "It was horrible" I tell her as I feel the tears sting my eyes.

"Oh, baby" She says as she sits on the bed, pushes the table away and pulls me in for a hug. I hug her back because I need this hug and I can tell that my mom needs this too, we both needed a hug in this moment. "I don't think he knows who I am any more" I tell her.

But, he did say my name. I don't know if he does recognize me anymore but he did say my name. That is a start, right? Or am I too insane that I just made it up? That my mind and body have been drugged too much that I've begun seen and hearing things that did not happen.

"He knows who you are. He loves you and that kind of love can never be forgotten" She says and we break the hug. She lies down beside me and we just stay that way. "You know, when he woke up, he never spoke, he never ate and he never did anything. But last night he spoke to his parents, for the first time since he woke up and that is all because of you" She tells me.

I lightly gasp when she says that. From the moment I woke up here, he was all I asked about but I was never allowed to see him and I always feared for the worse had happened to him, but all I knew he is alive and that is all that matters. "How?" I ask her.

Perhaps he just recovered and wanted to open up to his parents, then again there is this voice inside me that screams at me that I was the reason that he has spoken, he did after all say my name, or did he? I'm confused and I'm on drugs so I don't know what to believe anymore.

"I don't know, but I think that just by seeing you changed something in him. Brought the part inside of him that was locked away after what happened" Mom says and I know that she doesn't want to talk about this any longer. My mom doesn't want to talk about that day or what happened.

In truth none of us have spoken about it, the only time I spoke about it was when I was telling the police my side of this whole thing but I barely remember that time, it was the first time I woke up and I was heavily drugged after being in surgery.

The bullet was taken out and when I woke the police wanted to talk to me, well after all they are being paid big money of finding the shooter. I also told them about the blackmail and they are trying to find that man... whose name I've forgotten, but that's normal in this case.

"Mom?" I ask after a moment or two, but I know that a couple of minutes have passed as we laid there together, just holding each other. "Yes?" She asks me and I look at the clock once again. The room has gotten a bit brighter from the sun but not all the way.

"Could you do me a favor?" I ask her and she sits up. "Yes, anything, just name it" She says and I feel this nervousness run through me. I don't even know why I'm so nervous to ask this of my own mother. "I've been writing a novel... and I would like... you to read it" I say.

It's hard to say this out loud. I'm almost to the end of the novel and I feel like I need my mom to read it and I need her to tell me what she thinks of it. Besides, this is my own mother yet I feel so afraid to ask her of this. "It's not finished but I think it will be all right if you read it" I tell her.

I continue to ramble on as I'm kind of scared of her answer for this because this novel means a lot to me even if I would never want to have it published. "Is that what you've been typing in the last couple of weeks, I had wondered what you were doing. But of course I will read it" She then says and I smile to her.

"Even if it's not completed?" I ask her and she nods and making a humming sound in responds. "Even if it's not completed" She repeats after me and I let out a soft giggle but I don't show her that it hurts a little. Laughing and giggling and all that does hurt but I don't tell anyone because I don't need them to worry more than they already do.

"How about we watch a movie together, it's been a long time since the last time and I found this really interesting movie that I think you'll enjoy" Mom says and I smile. "All right" I tell her. Movies is one of the things that we've bonded with because we watch a couple of them together and just have a nice time.