My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 31 Would it be Better?

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Would it be better?

Omara’s POV

I have been in the hospital for three whole weeks because of my small cuts, bad bruising all over my body, and my emotional health. I couldn’t speak about what happened to me, even when the police came to take my statement. Every time someone asked about it my face turns ice pale and I start to sweat nervously. I even had to go to therapy for a couple of hours every Monday and Thursday.

Even though I didn’t say what happen and who did it, I talked about how I felt, what was going on in my mind at that time. I expressed that it happened almost like my dream, but I could see where they took me. That’s when the doctor asked me what else I remembered on that particular day when I was about to speak time was up and to my surprise I almost said who did it.

After school, Kelly and Angelina came by and gave me some of the school work. We talked a bit, but they left after an hour or so. They knew that I wouldn’t say what happened to me or who did it. When they left JB and Petter came too. They even told me that they got scared, really scared when they saw me. I then wanted to know how they found me and why they helped.

Petter and JB looked at each other, like thinking what to say. Petter was the first to speak.

“We were running around the neighborhood and passed by the abandoned house and saw Tina coming out from it. And we were curious about what she was doing there and so we decided to take a peek through the window and saw you tied up, wet and bruised.“ He said in a rush.

“I was the one to carry you here and then went to your house,” JB mentioned after Petter’s words. And explained what and why they told a different thing to the nurse and doctor. JB said that he didn’t want to create a bigger problem without my consent, but that they would do something about it.

Later that night I started to think about what would be best; I mean, “if I say who did it and why. What would be the consequences of me telling? What will we all do after? What would the people around me think of me and what would my parents do about it.” I asked myself in my hospital room

“ The first time it happened years ago, they sued the school and the parents of the bullies, but what would they do now? The same thing? A lawsuit or they would, what?”

“AAAAAAAH!” I tried to scream but just opened my mouth trying to mimic the screaming.

“Omara stop your thoughts?” I asked myself slapping my face a bit too hard. “Take it easy now, don’t lose your cool, take a big breath, in and out, repeat in and out.” I chanted, raising and lowering my hands in front of my chest simulating my breathing. Went to bed and slept.

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Next day.

            “Rise and shine baby!” I heard someone say next door. Moments later the nurse came in and took my vitals and asked me how I felt. She jotted something down in my file and left for the next room. A half-hour later my breakfast came and my parents too. They brought me more clean clothes and took the dirty ones. I saw them tired and I asked them to go home and sleep. They didn’t want to go, but I begged them to because they didn’t look good. I didn’t want them to look like this and I cried and told them to be healthy and good. I told them that I was ok by myself, I had work to do from school. So they left after kissing and hugging me.