The Rebirth 1
792 Words
"Here, take this. We are friends right?..."
Why?
"I'll give you my half if you want more..."
Why?
"Hahahahaha you look awful, take that off...."
Why?
"I'll lend you my hands if you need help. I am always here for you no matter what..."
Why?
I raise my hands and act like I was trying to reach her.
I felt betrayed.
"Melissa" I uttered her name for the last time before I felt the sharp pain coming from my back.
If I only knew I was going to die, I would have hugged Mom and Dad even if they never treat me like their own child. I wish I had gone to the places I wanted to go and ate all the dishes I hadn't tasted yet with Bree and my other friends. I wish I could at least visit the orphanage to greet Sister Ana, Sister Fe and the children and say my last words.
Little by little, my tears flow on my cheeks along with the memories of me and those people that I had been attached.
I feel the numbness of my entire body, then gradually, everything went to a total black....
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*STOMACH growls*
Eh?
No way, I am alive?
I tried to sit but I couldn't do it for some reason so I just relax my self in the comfy. I roam my gaze inside the small room and notice how different the design of it compared to the hospitals that I have been to.
Why do it looks like an old styled nursery room? Did someone thought I was still a baby? How come? I am to old for this.
The fact that my height is taller than the average makes me looks like a giant compared to Bree who is only 4'7".
The room is surrounded by hanging lilac flowers that was attached in the ceiling. Its size is as big as our living room in the house so it was wide in my perspective. The huge window to the right has no curtains and the whole room doesn't have any paint. Also, there is a painting of a woman and a baby in the left side that made me think this room was meant for the infants.
Urggghhhh, my neck is killing.
If I continue to lie down like this, I will never learn to look sideways again.
I turn my body to the left to hopefully stretch my muscles when I felt something ....
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"WAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
It hurts so much. I can't move. I thought my neck was going to break if I push my body even more.
" *sniff* "
Is this because of the impact that my body is now unable to move? Am I forever paralyzed?
"Dria, The baby! No, wait what should I do?"
I feel the weak rattling on the floor surface which I think is made of wood and not cement. There is a faint voice coming from outside. I heard a cracking sound from the door that indicates someone opened it.
"Shhhhh. Are you scared because I am not here when you woke up?"
Eh? Who is this man? How can he lift me this easy when in fact I think I gained a lot recently?
I frown and stared at him intently.
He is wearing a old-styled round glasses that covered his ocean blue eyes and think long eyelashes.
"Abbbuuuudubuuudub"
So handsome...
Did I just baby talked?
"What is the matter my little Amethyst?"
MY LITTLE?
LITTLE?
AS IN SMALL?
BABY TALK?
AMETHYST?
You've got to be kidding me.
I got chills when I slowly lifted my hands and noticed how small they are.
No way!
"WAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
I screamed so loud for I was shocked but it turns nothing but a small whimper.
"Why? Did I hold you wrong?" I felt his arms begun shaking.
He started walking out while carrying me towards a room on the opposite corner.
"Dria, I am so sorry! she's not stopping even if I tried to calm her"
The man gave me to a women who is currently sitting in the bed.
She smiles at me and caress my face.
An angel.
"My sweet Amethysts, Do you want a lullaby?"
I was amazed by her beauty that it left me dumbfounded. The small mole in her lower lip complements her face. She's so beautiful. So ethereal.
The woman started singing a song that I hardly recognize. Her voice is so soft and the quality is very calming.
Before I knew, I was now peacefully sleeping in her arms.
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Author's Note:
Sorry for the grammatical errors again
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Thank you so much for reading my story.
~ l i t t l e c a t a s t r o p h e
- Writer
