28|| This is Becoming too Predictable for my Liking

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Chapter 28: This is Becoming too Predictable for my Liking


It's funny how as soon as things or people becoming predictable, they're no longer interesting.


~Starlight24


The hospital. Again.


Seriously, this is becoming too predictable for my liking.


It was a miracle that I hadn't had this large soap opera drama and ended up running away with a male nurse or something in the sunset.


I groaned and opened my eyes. There were tubes shoved in various places in my body and even through my nose. There was a bottle of liquid oxygen on the side of the bed and I remembered my throat had stopped allowing me to breathe before I'd passed out.


I wasn't dead.


"Day," a familiar voice sounded, and my vision focused on the familiar doctor. He seemed surprised to see me awake.


"Hi-" I began, and to my surprise I choked and wasn't able to even say 'Doctor Hopkins' without going through a coughing fit. I was kind of pathetic.


"Don't speak. Your throat is too parched," he advised, and I nodded slowly.


No one was in the room. Huh, so much for the back to life party I'd been expecting.


I motioned for the empty space in the room before looking back at him. He raised an eyebrow and then handed me a bottle of water. I was too weak to even lift it up, so he fed me water.


I really felt like some disabled, weak and pathetic person right now.


Perhaps this was what all zombies felt like?


"Where," I managed to croak out. "Is everyone else?"


Dr. Hopkins avoided eye contact and then cleared his throat. He wasn't exactly instilling a lot of confidence in me at the moment, I hope he realized that.


"Um," he began, looking increasingly uncomfortable, and I raised my eyebrow.


"What? What are you hiding from me?" I demanded.


"Well, the priests were here a few minutes ago..." he said, eyeing me warily, and my eyebrows shot up.


"The priests!?" I asked, feeling very confused. My parents weren't very religious people. They were one of those dramatic love story people with their parents hating each other. Yeah, my parents eloped. Their families pretty much hated them. I wasn't the only reason they moved to the remote countryside, as much as I like to make myself feel super important and stuff. "Why on earth were the priests here?"


"Um... Let's just say that your heartbeat stopped fully an hour ago and the priests came to talk about the funeral rites," he began, and I squeaked, a miserable noise throwing itself out of my quavering lips.


"I'm dead?" I asked. How was it possible to have no heartbeat for an hour and magically live!?


"It's happened before, Day. I mean, it's happened before where people have no heartbeat for an hour and manage to survive. It just hasn't happened before to people with a track record as bad as your own. So your mom is currently a mess, your friend... Deirdre, I think her name was? Tried to wring her arms around another girl with short hair before she fainted and the rest of your friends are crying. I was going to take your body to the storage room where we have the rest of the bodies that are left to be buried."


I don't know what happened, but the overwhelming feeling of hearing news like that made me suddenly crumble and all of a sudden I was a wailing mess.


Okay, if you think I'm overreacting, try stepping into my shoes. You've just learnt that your family and friends think you're dead, and you aren't. They've even planned out your damn funeral.


My heart felt like it had been squeezed, and my whole body was shaking. What if I had died? What would have happened then?


Should I feel a little disheartened that they'd all completely given up on me?


I was shaking uncontrollably now and I felt like I was going to have a panic attack or something. The world was spinning out of control and my emotions were unraveling like a thread. I could feel my sanity slowly ebbing out of my very being and I began hiccupping like there was no tomorrow.


The world became very shaky, and I felt my whole chest constrict. I could vaguely hear Dr. Hopkins say something but it sounded very incoherent.


Then I began to hyperventilate.


I feel really bad now about casually throwing that word into conversation. I feel bad about acting like it hadn't meant anything when I called myself or someone else a hyperventilating animal. It sure as hell felt horrible.


My breathing was irregular and I couldn't grasp onto anything. It was like everything was slipping from beneath me into a vortex of doom and I was trying to claw myself up the smooth surface of a wall. My fingernails were digging into my skin and I could feel the warm blood ooze out onto my fingertips and it was oddly satisfying.


I gulped a ragged breath of air and allowed it to fill my lungs before breaking down again. My sweat was mixing with my now pouring blood and it was burning. I could feel these soothing arms on my back, telling me to stop but it did nothing to calm my frazzled nerves. I felt like a paper ball that had just been crumpled and was about to be thrown into a trashcan before the wind snatched me away in its blustery fingers. It didn't feel good at all.


"Calm down, please," came an unfamiliar voice, and I opened my eyes to be faced with a curly redhead. "You'll make it worse. Take deep breaths, love."


She looked nice with her pale skin and dark brown eyes. Nice as in a nice person, and she looked oddly familiar again. What was up with me and finding people familiar?


"Do I know you?" I croaked.


"Yeah, I work here. I'm Hailey's mom, Chloe."


Oh.


"We're going to call all your friends now, alright? Are you okay with company or do you need more time, sweetie?" she coaxed, and I found myself relaxing a bit despite the rapid beating of my heart.


"Company sounds okay," I squeaked out, my melt down having dissolved my voice.


"You're such a strong girl, alright Day? No one else in your condition has been able to live with a death sentence hanging around them like a cloud. I'm so proud of you; so, so proud of you. Although you had a massive break down now, it was to be expected. I'm surprised you'd stayed together for this long. I hope, for your sake, that everything stays okay for a while, okay honey?" Mrs. Gray was looking at me like I was a night rainbow or an eight-leafed clover.


I shook my head so vehemently it hurt. "I'm not strong at all," I confessed. "I'm selfish and I act like I know everything but I really don't. I've thought about my death so many times in the past but now I've just embraced the fact that I'm not lucky and I've not been blessed because of my parents mistakes. Sometimes I wish I didn't even live. I don't think that sounds like something a strong person would say, does it?"


I took a rugged breath as the sheer impact of my own words hit me. I was so weak. There were so many people who were struggling and here I was, crying because I almost died.


Well, when I put it that way I guess it's explicable...


"Okay I'm a little strong I guess," I confessed, and to my horror there were tears running down my face again. Silent tears with no noise just streaming down my eyes like the droplets from a broken tap.


Hailey's mom wasn't here anymore and neither was Doctor Hopkins. I allowed the moment to settle down.


Holy shit I'd almost died.


I'd almost died.


DEATH HAD ALMOST CAUGHT ME. I'D ALMOST BEEN CAUGHT BY DEATH.


This was a sad position to be in. I'd been saved by my late granny.


I would have died without that dumb edible rose. My whole life had been given to me because a rose allowed it to do so.


It was probably just a dumb dream. A hauntingly realistic dumb dream, at that.


How had that happened though? What if I'd died? When will I die? Why am I built with such fragile elements? When God was assembling all the people, did he put the most fragile gears in me?


Then I began crying again. I just couldn't help it.


Who would comfort me when I needed it? Who would make me laugh harder than ever?


The solution was simple: Popcorned.


Starlight24: Hi!


To my immense pleasure, he was on too. Then again, when was he not?


Popcorned: Aw, look who's initiating conversation and all that with me! Forget the baby steps, she's going in for the big guns!


Starlight24: Shut up. I'm in a bad mood.


Popcorned: So you decided to darken mine. Lovely.


Starlight24: Yep! I'm really amazing like that.


Popcorned: I totally hadn't realized. Anyway, what's up?


Starlight24: What do you mean?


Popcorned: Well, you're in a bad mood. Out of all the times I've spoken to you, you've never been in a bad mood. I was wondering whether you even knew what it meant.


Starlight24: Well then. I'm capable of having emotions, thank you very much.


Popcorned: No! That's not what I meant! It's just that you always seem so in control of your emotions it's just kinda hard to imagine them spiraling downhill, you know?


Starlight24: It's cute when you get all flustered. I was just joking.


Popcorned: You're also very annoying.


Starlight24: *Sigh* so I've heard, no thanks to you...


Popcorned: I'm not going to be able to cheer you up though.


Starlight24: Why?


Popcorned: I... It's a long story, and I'm not sure I want to talk about it.


Starlight24: *Pouts like an angry kid*


Popcorned: Hey! You have your secrets and I have mine.


Starlight24: Okay, let's play a game.


Popcorned: A game. How old do you think I am?


Starlight24: A game where we get to know each other. We ask any three things.


Popcorned: Okay?


Starlight24: You start.


Popcorned: Hey I'm sorry but I've got to go. Bye!


Well okay then. Not even Popcorned was going to cheer up the Walking Dead. That must mean I was seriously pathetic.


Suddenly, the door burst open and all my friends flew in. It was overwhelming and all of a sudden I felt claustrophobic, but I didn't say anything.


"Hey guys," I said, weakly. Deeds and Hailey burst into tears and Cady's face was ashen and tear-tracked. Marie wasn't crying but I could see how red rimmed her eyes were and the gloss upon her features that gave her feelings away.


Jase and Dylan had also clearly been crying, because their eyes were puffy. Zach and Bryan looked like they hadn't exactly cried, but they hadn't been celebrating either.


At least, I really hope they hadn't been celebrating because I'd feel a tad bit insulted. Just a tad.


Damon looked plain awkward and annoyed, and all that I'd ever felt for the guy suddenly disappeared. Can you blame me?


My parents looked like they'd been lifeless and then someone had handed them the elixir of life.


Natalie Spencer on the other hand, was a complete and total wreck.


She was screaming and crying really loudly and as soon as I woke up, she flung herself onto me and began sobbing loudly.


For a minute, I froze, not knowing what to do. Then I pushed her off in disgust. She was probably feeling guilty for freaking killing me, but I think it's perfectly reasonable to not want to show any sympathy.


"Don't touch me," I hissed, using her line against her, and succeeding in feeling like a pro after it.


Call me a bitch, but I think I had every right to be mean to her.


"Day, please, listen to me-" she said, crying loudly.


"Spencer, she said don't touch her," Dylan said, wrenching her away from me. "What part of that do you not get?"


Natalie was crying even louder now, and I tore my eyes away from her and my mom and dad came and began kissing every square inch of my face, followed by the rest of my friends.


After a shower of affection I just smiled at everyone and shrugged lightly. "Hey, you didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you? I'm a leech when I want to be." I joked lightly, but inside feeling really weird... possibly feeling like I'd just... hmm... what's the word? Oh right. I felt like I'd just died.


No one seemed to be in a very giggly mood, apparently, because they all just blinked stupidly at what I'd said.


So much for wanting to be the comic relief, yeah?


*****


"Why are you still here?" I asked, making no attempt to cover my tears that were falling down my face. Yeah, a whole hour of people showing you love was bound to have an emotional side effect.


Dylan scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I didn't feel like leaving you alone," he admitted, his cheeks tinting a bit.


My dad had to leave because he was supposed to actually be in Malaysia, whereas my mother had gone to buy me an ice cream (because ice cream solves everything, and ifyou didn't know that then you should go drown yourself). It was eleven, and it was also a school night so everyone had left apart from Dylan.


My stomach did a somersault at his words and I tried to stifle my excited laugh that wanted to escape my lips. Damn female hormones, I tell you.


I rolled my eyes though, placing a hand over my heart. "Why? Do you not trust that I won't blow the place up?" I joked.


He raised an eyebrow at me. "Is that a trick question?"


I stuck my tongue out and blew a raspberry. "Meanie."


Dylan laughed. "Meanie? That's it? What happened to that bucket of comebacks?"


"Hmph. You bring out the worst in me," I said, my arms around my chest as I pouted.


Dylan poked my cheek lightly. "Do I, now?" 


I grinned widely. "Is that a trick question?"


He ruffled my hair and smirked. "Now there's the Day I know and love," he said with a cheeky grin.


That sentence, as casual as it was, made my heart skyrocket to the freaking moon.


GODDAMMIT BRAIN, DYLAN SAID HE LOVED ME AS A FRIEND! STOP OVER-ANALYZING THIS!


"So you didn't love me before I said the comeback?" I asked, acting dramatic and hurt. "Oh Dylan, I trusted you!" I exclaimed, placing a hand on my head.


He rolled his eyes. "Stop with the dramatics, Winters," he said with a lazy grin.


It was comfortably quiet before I broke the silence. "Can you believe I've known you for less than five months?" I asked, giggling lightly.


"Oh hell, it sure feels like longer. Only five months over? I shudder to think of the long-run," he said, now acting just as dramatic as me.


"You know you love me," I said, more like I was informing him.


"Do I, now?" he said, and I took this as a que to say his famous line.


"Is that a trick question?" I asked, acting like I was bored of these antics but my smile said a different story.


"Actually, there's something I wanted to say," he said, a sudden seriousness taking over his features.


"Yeah?" I asked, my heartbeat going to a million beats a second. I doubt it was healthy, really.


"Well, I—" he began, and my mom suddenly stepped in.


"Dylan! I'm surprised you're still here." Mom shot him a beaming smile, and I resisted the urge to groan and make him say what he wanted to say without her being here.


However, I'd just died. I think my mom had every right to be with me.


"Um, I was just going, actually," he said, his face an alarming shade of red and I raised my eyebrows. What the heck? Why did he look like he'd accidently locked himself up in the oven?


"Okay?" Mom must have sensed his sudden change of attitude but she shot him a smile anyway. "Thanks for coming. I'm sure it meant a lot to Day."


I was still frowning, though, and trying to piece what had just happened. I wasn't really listening to their conversation. Then, the sudden exhaustion of the day hit me like a wave and I closed my eyes. Before I knew it, I was drifting off a bit.


I heard a small rustling near me and I felt my hair being pushed behind my ear, as I heard a whisper so soft I was sure I'd imagined it.


"I sure hope it meant a lot to her, Mrs. Winters. She means a lot to me."


A/N:


Awww.


Guys before I start the author's note THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME TO 76 in TeenFic on the fourteenth! You guys are the best. Keep commenting and voting, it means a lot =D 


ALRIGHT! All you Dylay shippers out there that left thinking nothing would happen (Aishabella13 and a few more), I hope you're happy now! There are going to be a lot of Dylay moments and you have no idea how much I've been waiting for this!


Teaser: Miss. X strikes again!


I have a question for you all. If you were in Day's place, how would you react to what had just happened? 


Also, I wanted to tell you that I'll be doing a character interview, just for fun, so if any of you have any questions, as weird as they might be, feel free to ask. Each person can ask a maximum of five questions =)


Also, do you think Day might return to the doctor again? She's the world's Klutziest- Klutz. Of course she will xD



Pic of Day! I liked it 'coz it really reminded me of her. IDK why xD


Song of the Day: Wherever I go by One Republic


Also, this is dedicated to HuggableCandyStick because she was such an amazing commenter. Thanks for making me smile! =D


Love you all,


~Lexi

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