Healing the Heart
Chapter Ten: Everything Comes Crumbling Down, Part Two
Dylan’s POV
I was running as fast as I could towards a voice, “Dylan!”
I tried to run faster through the abandoned park. I see a hill with a tree on top of it. Standing with his back to the tree is a 15 year old, brown haired boy, with blue eyes. He shouted my name again, “Dylan!”
I start running up the hill, “Louis!”
I reach out to him and hear gun shots. Everything went in slow motion as I kept running but I looked down the hill where the shots came from. I see a man in all black and a mask. I look at Louis and see a bullet flying towards him.
“No! Hit me, not him!” I shout in pure desperation. Suddenly the bullet changed directions, and zoomed towards me. I feel pain explode in my head and then nothing.
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I was running around our new front yard. We had just moved from England to America and my parents told me to check out the island we live on with my 12 siblings. My phone rings and I answer the unknown number, “Hello?”
“Kitty, where are you. My mom told me you moved! Why didn’t you tell me?” A teenage boy answered.
“Um, I’m sorry, but who are you?” I say nervously, making my older siblings turn to me with worry in their eyes.
“What are you talking about, Dylan? It’s me, Louis, your best friend!”
“I think you have the wrong number, Louis? I don’t know anyone with that name…”
Suddenly my phone was snatched out of my hand. I look back to see my mom talking in a hushed voice into my phone, “Louis honey, I’m sorry but you can’t talk to Dylan anymore.”
I could hear Louis on the other end of the phone, “Why not!?”
“Because,” my mother said, “That injury to the head made her forget everything Louis.”
“What do you mean?” Louis asked.
“Hunny, Dylan doesn’t know who you are.”
There was silence on the phone for a while before Louis sobbed out, “Is that why you moved?”
“Yes, honey, I’m sorry…”
“I-it’s fine. I w-won’t call again.” Louis cried out.
My mom was crying as she said, “Thank you, Louis. Goodbye.”
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I was floating in darkness. Things came back to me slowly and one at a time. First, was smell. I could smell candles of different kinds, green apple, vanilla, lavender and others that shouldn’t go well together, but somehow they did.
The second, was taste, which ended up being the same as smell, just not as strong. Third, sound. All I could hear was the soft beep of a heart monitor. Fourth, feeling. My whole body felt numb and heavy. I could barely feel the softness of the bed I must be lying on.
Last was sight, I slowly opened my heavy eyelids. It took a surprising amount of strength. All I could see for a moment saw black, then white, then fuzzy shapes, and then things became clear with an occasional blur. I was in a hospital room. Why?
I try hard to turn my head but it won’t move, so I slowly reach my hand out and press a little red button that I knew was there. My hand falls so its hanging off the side of the bed and suddenly my lungs felt like they were being crushed.
I close my eyes as unshed tears fill them, gasping for the air that I couldn’t get. I felt like I was surrounded by tonal of pillow all of the sudden because everything felt, sounded, tasted, and smelled far away.
I felt something slip around my head and onto my mouth, giving my lungs nice and cool fresh air. I heard someone say, “Come on, kid, don’t give up on me now.”
I manage to cough out, “You can get rid of me that easy, Doc.”
I open my eyes and look at Anthony’s surprised face. He asked, “What?”
“I said, ‘You can’t get rid of me that easy, Doc.’ “
He stuttered out, “I-I heard you b-but why did you say it!?”
I raise an eyebrow at him, “Um, because you were talking to me?”
It came out more of a question then a statement. He looked at me, shocked and confused, saying, “No I wasn’t, I didn’t say a word!”
“Yeah, you did! You said, ‘Come on, kid, don’t give up on me now’. “
He frowned at me and then asked, “Dylan what do you remember?”
“What do you mean ‘What do you remember’? Did I forget something?”
“Dylan do you remember what happened before you turned were 15?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” I ask confused.
“Dylan, I didn’t say anything when you first woke up…….I-I thought it.”
I stare at him in shock as he continued, “I think your powers are back, Dylan.”
“WHAT!?”
I was running as fast as I could towards a voice, “Dylan!”
I tried to run faster through the abandoned park. I see a hill with a tree on top of it. Standing with his back to the tree is a 15 year old, brown haired boy, with blue eyes. He shouted my name again, “Dylan!”
I start running up the hill, “Louis!”
I reach out to him and hear gun shots. Everything went in slow motion as I kept running but I looked down the hill where the shots came from. I see a man in all black and a mask. I look at Louis and see a bullet flying towards him.
“No! Hit me, not him!” I shout in pure desperation. Suddenly the bullet changed directions, and zoomed towards me. I feel pain explode in my head and then nothing.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
I was running around our new front yard. We had just moved from England to America and my parents told me to check out the island we live on with my 12 siblings. My phone rings and I answer the unknown number, “Hello?”
“Kitty, where are you. My mom told me you moved! Why didn’t you tell me?” A teenage boy answered.
“Um, I’m sorry, but who are you?” I say nervously, making my older siblings turn to me with worry in their eyes.
“What are you talking about, Dylan? It’s me, Louis, your best friend!”
“I think you have the wrong number, Louis? I don’t know anyone with that name…”
Suddenly my phone was snatched out of my hand. I look back to see my mom talking in a hushed voice into my phone, “Louis honey, I’m sorry but you can’t talk to Dylan anymore.”
I could hear Louis on the other end of the phone, “Why not!?”
“Because,” my mother said, “That injury to the head made her forget everything Louis.”
“What do you mean?” Louis asked.
“Hunny, Dylan doesn’t know who you are.”
There was silence on the phone for a while before Louis sobbed out, “Is that why you moved?”
“Yes, honey, I’m sorry…”
“I-it’s fine. I w-won’t call again.” Louis cried out.
My mom was crying as she said, “Thank you, Louis. Goodbye.”
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I was floating in darkness. Things came back to me slowly and one at a time. First, was smell. I could smell candles of different kinds, green apple, vanilla, lavender and others that shouldn’t go well together, but somehow they did.
The second, was taste, which ended up being the same as smell, just not as strong. Third, sound. All I could hear was the soft beep of a heart monitor. Fourth, feeling. My whole body felt numb and heavy. I could barely feel the softness of the bed I must be lying on.
Last was sight, I slowly opened my heavy eyelids. It took a surprising amount of strength. All I could see for a moment saw black, then white, then fuzzy shapes, and then things became clear with an occasional blur. I was in a hospital room. Why?
I try hard to turn my head but it won’t move, so I slowly reach my hand out and press a little red button that I knew was there. My hand falls so its hanging off the side of the bed and suddenly my lungs felt like they were being crushed.
I close my eyes as unshed tears fill them, gasping for the air that I couldn’t get. I felt like I was surrounded by tonal of pillow all of the sudden because everything felt, sounded, tasted, and smelled far away.
I felt something slip around my head and onto my mouth, giving my lungs nice and cool fresh air. I heard someone say, “Come on, kid, don’t give up on me now.”
I manage to cough out, “You can get rid of me that easy, Doc.”
I open my eyes and look at Anthony’s surprised face. He asked, “What?”
“I said, ‘You can’t get rid of me that easy, Doc.’ “
He stuttered out, “I-I heard you b-but why did you say it!?”
I raise an eyebrow at him, “Um, because you were talking to me?”
It came out more of a question then a statement. He looked at me, shocked and confused, saying, “No I wasn’t, I didn’t say a word!”
“Yeah, you did! You said, ‘Come on, kid, don’t give up on me now’. “
He frowned at me and then asked, “Dylan what do you remember?”
“What do you mean ‘What do you remember’? Did I forget something?”
“Dylan do you remember what happened before you turned were 15?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” I ask confused.
“Dylan, I didn’t say anything when you first woke up…….I-I thought it.”
I stare at him in shock as he continued, “I think your powers are back, Dylan.”
“WHAT!?”
Notes
Confused? Good, that's what I was going for! I want your guys to try and guess what this chapter means...
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7/15/14