101 Reasons To Hate Butterflies
Chapter 5
Abby's POV:
According to Scott, I kept improving. They had to take my body into a strange looking room and do multiple MRI type things.
I had no idea what they were actually doing.
Every so often it would dawn on me that once I gained full consciousness, I wouldn't remember much of anything.
Of what I had heard, seen, or done while I was out of my body.
It made me kinda sad.
I wouldn't remember what Hanna had said, I wouldn't remember the greatness that was Scott's laugh and smile, and I wouldn't remember my mom coming in and visiting me every day.
I was pacing in my room thinking about it all when a small timid knock came from my door.
Kyle entered.
His face was a tad red and he gave off a vibe of nervousness. He approached my bed and I turned around and watched him.
"Uhm, h-hey, Abby."
Heyyyyy buddy.
"I don't know, If uh, you can hear me,"
No one knows.
"But umm, Abby I'm, I'm just so -"
He caught his own voice and gagged on his arising tears.
Kyle, it's okay, it wasn't your fault.
"I-I, it's my fault, I shouldn't have been speeding, I just,"
Little guilty tears broke apart on the ground.
"I wanted to get you home."
He picked up my hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"I promise I'll make it up and I-"
His mom interrupted him softly and stepped cautiously into the room.
"Kyle? Honey we have to go, they're going to do some more tests for her."
He looked at my closed eyelids. "We'll talk later, Abby. I'm praying for you."
He swiftly got up in one movement.
Bye, Kyle.
When they took my body away, I was left alone in my room.
I got so sick of looking at the same things.
I decided I was going for a walk.
I peered my head around the corner of my door, looking at the few nurses who walked head down throughout the hallway.
I took my first step, the generic hospital scent filled my nostrils as I slowly stepped down the fourth floor. When I got to the elevator shaft, I was surprised to find people already in there.
I forgot about the general public.
I entered the elevator along side a petit red haired nurse.
The guy next to us was walking in place and shaking his hands.
He took the nurse's shoulders into his hands and spun her around to him.
"William! I'll name him William!"
He laughed and smiled.
"Or if its a girl, Mary! Or something girly and not manly! She's pregnant! I'm going to be a father! There's going to be a little me walking around again!"
The nurse and I smiled.
"Yes, sir. That's what happeneds." She chuckled and smile at his enthusiasm.
"I can't believe - oh my god!"
I smiled.
When the elevator doors re-opened, the man skipped out and screamed with joy.
I wanted to go out and follow him, but changed my mind and decided I was going to stalk this nurse instead.
We went up to the seventh floor.
She walked down the hallway as if she new the layout front and back.
We got halfway down the hall and she started flipping through the folder in her hand.
I glanced over her and read the name.
Henry O'Connel
Was this someone she knew? She didn't look like someone with the last name "O'Connel". She was giving off more of a "Browne" vibe. Or maybe a-
My thoughts were cutoff when the door opened.
I felt a tingle in my hand; I must've moved a little, back in my room.
I was wondering what happened, but I was too caught up in this little nurse.
As she slowly entered, I peeked my head around the door.
A motionless body laid on the bed. As the little near entered, a smile grew across the body's face and
His hair was white and his fragile body was almost equally pale. He was wearing a blue robe and his face was smeared of wrinkle marks from frowns and smiles. His eyes were a deep shade of cyan. There were many tiny tubes stretching from his body to machines of different sorts.
Every so often, beeps and chimes would go off to remind us that everything was real.
She grinned. "How are you doing, Mr. O'Connel?"
"I'm, I'm doing fine Sarah. T-thank you, darling. Really. For everything."
"Any time."
They starts talking. First it was about light, generic things.
Things such as the television and the channel variety.
It progressively switched to more edgy topics, such a the political policies and religion.
Eventually though, he started reminiscing.
He talked about the Second World War. He talked about the pranks that his friends would pull on him and the pranks he would pull back.
He told stories of all the beautiful women he saw at all the welcome back parties. He said the French women at the time were always the cutest.
He told stories of his lovely wife. They had been married seventy years. He said his wife and him were so close they would complain together about the rising divorce rate and they would dance through the ages to the music they used to ride around with the tops of their cars down.
His wife wanted him to take after mexican culture when she died. Since, of course, he family was from there. He said she insisted on bright colours and fun music. She wanted to be celebrated, not mourned.
The nurse listened quietly to all of his stories. Even adding some about herself. She talked about how her boyfriend would take her for rides during the autumn. They would drive through parks and try to catch leaves with the top down.
She said she hasn't caught any, but she's like to think the whole ride itself was a "catch".
She said she was lucky to be with a man like him. The old man smiled.
"I was lucky until a month ago."
The nurse touched his hand.
She asked if there was anything she could do for him, and he kept smiling right back at her.
He looked her directly in her eyes.
"I'm ready, now."
She stretched her lips out flat across her face, nodded and said goodbye to Mr. O'Connel.
Sophie's POV:
It was late when I got home Thursday night. I had been out with Kaelee, shopping for paint with her for her room re-do. I threw my purse on my bed as I walked past my room to the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to scrub all the makeup off my face and put on some face lotion. I went to my room and changed into my pjs. after I was ready for bed, I grabbed my phone.
I had a message from an unknown number, so I dialed my voice mail and listened.
"Hey Sophie. I'm not going to waste time explaining this call over this voice mail. Let me explain in person. I'll come over at 11, text me if its not okay..."
There was a recorded sigh, and the it ended.
It was Justin. I forgot I had deleted his number a few weeks back.
I pick up my phone and started typing
Sophie: Whoa wait what are you doing? Please don't come over.
10:52pm
But after a while, I just deleted it.
Whatever.
He can come over and say anything he wants to.
I'll hear him, but I won't listen.
I left my room and walked into the living room. Looking out the window at the endless snow that didn't cease falling.
Three rolled around sooner then I was prepared for and eventually there was a jerk standing outside my window.
I opened it up.
"If this is your way of being all '80s movie cliche romantic or whatever, and trying to win me back, you're missing your stereo."
"I have a girlfriend."
Fuck you.
"Then why are you here, and why the fuck didn't you just ring the door bell or text me to come outside and meet you?"
"Your parents hate me."
"My parents love me. If I let you in, they know that I can deal with you. Besides, it doesn't matter. My dad's out of town and doesn't get back in town till like midnight tonight and my mom and brother are asleep since she has to work in the morning, and my brother and I both have school."
He sighed, and looked down in search of words to say.
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Sophi-"
"Better start explaining. At tops you probably only have a few hours before you get hypothermia."
"I-I just, I want to start over. But -"
"No."
"Would you just let me finish?"
He sighed again.
"But I know you won't just forget what happened. All I ask is that you stop ignoring me and giving me the death stare."
"No. You deserve it all."
"Why! Why could I have possibly done that made you so pissed at me?!"
"After you rejected my breakup, which by the way means absoluetly nothing, you ignored me for a week and told all your dumb 'friends' that you were going to dump me. What didn't you understand about "it's time to take a break and move forward with our lives"?! You then proceed to lead me on for six months after and tell me a bunch of bullshit things that kept me hooked. But I don't give a damn about what you did during and after our relationship anymore. It was in the past and there is nothing I can do to change it."
I took a deep breath, "The reason I'm done with you is simply because I can be. You annoy me, and personally I don't wanna hear about your life anymore."
"Fine. But I'm not going to stop."
"Stop what?"
He started walking away
"Goodnight, Sophie."
I shut my window and say on my bed.
The nerve of that prick. Why would I wanna hear that he has a girlfriend?
It pissed me off.
And I know it shouldn't have,
But it did.
I hated him so much but there was a part of me that allowed him to come over and talk. And that same part of me was pissed a him after he left.
It wasn't fair.
It never was.
I wanted to get back at him. I wanted to make him hurt and suffer like he did to me.
I opened my window again, "Justin!"
No reply.
"Justin!!"
I heard a car door shut.
No no, he can't be driving away.
I grabbed my slippers and ran to my front door.
I opened it in a fury and ran into Justin standing in the doorway.
"Oop, sor-"
"Shhh, sh sh. Come in, be quite."
I took his hand and lead him into my room.
When we were there I shut and locked my door, and hit the overhead light so only my nightstand light was on.
When I turned around, he was siting on my bed, covered in the streetlight emerging from my window.
I slowly walked over to him, keeping my eye contact and not letting a drop of him escape my vision. His shirt was wet from the snow, so I pulled it off and over his head.
I straddled him and put my legs under his arms. My hand was on his neck and my thumb and index finger laid on his jawline, while my other reached around to his neck and moved up to touch his hair.
His body moved with mine, as he slowly pulled my body closer.
Eventually we stopped, and my lips were hovering about and around his lips as I listened to him breathe.
He swallowed, but didn't say anything. Just grabbed my body and pulled it closer to his.
I moved my lips to his bottom lip and bit it. He let out the littlest moan, implying I should continue. I didn't, though, and his breathing got unsteady as I pulled away.
Don't kiss him.
Doooon't kiss him.
I snaked my hand up his arm, pressing my nails against his skin
He welcomed my every move. I wanted him to question what he was doing, and if he was actually cheating or not.
I started it, but he was doing it all.
My plan was working.
I had been waiting so long to get back at him, and now he was my puppet.
I hated myself for doing this and I was already disgusted with his presence.
But at the same time, things couldn't of been more perfect.
According to Scott, I kept improving. They had to take my body into a strange looking room and do multiple MRI type things.
I had no idea what they were actually doing.
Every so often it would dawn on me that once I gained full consciousness, I wouldn't remember much of anything.
Of what I had heard, seen, or done while I was out of my body.
It made me kinda sad.
I wouldn't remember what Hanna had said, I wouldn't remember the greatness that was Scott's laugh and smile, and I wouldn't remember my mom coming in and visiting me every day.
I was pacing in my room thinking about it all when a small timid knock came from my door.
Kyle entered.
His face was a tad red and he gave off a vibe of nervousness. He approached my bed and I turned around and watched him.
"Uhm, h-hey, Abby."
Heyyyyy buddy.
"I don't know, If uh, you can hear me,"
No one knows.
"But umm, Abby I'm, I'm just so -"
He caught his own voice and gagged on his arising tears.
Kyle, it's okay, it wasn't your fault.
"I-I, it's my fault, I shouldn't have been speeding, I just,"
Little guilty tears broke apart on the ground.
"I wanted to get you home."
He picked up my hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"I promise I'll make it up and I-"
His mom interrupted him softly and stepped cautiously into the room.
"Kyle? Honey we have to go, they're going to do some more tests for her."
He looked at my closed eyelids. "We'll talk later, Abby. I'm praying for you."
He swiftly got up in one movement.
Bye, Kyle.
When they took my body away, I was left alone in my room.
I got so sick of looking at the same things.
I decided I was going for a walk.
I peered my head around the corner of my door, looking at the few nurses who walked head down throughout the hallway.
I took my first step, the generic hospital scent filled my nostrils as I slowly stepped down the fourth floor. When I got to the elevator shaft, I was surprised to find people already in there.
I forgot about the general public.
I entered the elevator along side a petit red haired nurse.
The guy next to us was walking in place and shaking his hands.
He took the nurse's shoulders into his hands and spun her around to him.
"William! I'll name him William!"
He laughed and smiled.
"Or if its a girl, Mary! Or something girly and not manly! She's pregnant! I'm going to be a father! There's going to be a little me walking around again!"
The nurse and I smiled.
"Yes, sir. That's what happeneds." She chuckled and smile at his enthusiasm.
"I can't believe - oh my god!"
I smiled.
When the elevator doors re-opened, the man skipped out and screamed with joy.
I wanted to go out and follow him, but changed my mind and decided I was going to stalk this nurse instead.
We went up to the seventh floor.
She walked down the hallway as if she new the layout front and back.
We got halfway down the hall and she started flipping through the folder in her hand.
I glanced over her and read the name.
Henry O'Connel
Was this someone she knew? She didn't look like someone with the last name "O'Connel". She was giving off more of a "Browne" vibe. Or maybe a-
My thoughts were cutoff when the door opened.
I felt a tingle in my hand; I must've moved a little, back in my room.
I was wondering what happened, but I was too caught up in this little nurse.
As she slowly entered, I peeked my head around the door.
A motionless body laid on the bed. As the little near entered, a smile grew across the body's face and
His hair was white and his fragile body was almost equally pale. He was wearing a blue robe and his face was smeared of wrinkle marks from frowns and smiles. His eyes were a deep shade of cyan. There were many tiny tubes stretching from his body to machines of different sorts.
Every so often, beeps and chimes would go off to remind us that everything was real.
She grinned. "How are you doing, Mr. O'Connel?"
"I'm, I'm doing fine Sarah. T-thank you, darling. Really. For everything."
"Any time."
They starts talking. First it was about light, generic things.
Things such as the television and the channel variety.
It progressively switched to more edgy topics, such a the political policies and religion.
Eventually though, he started reminiscing.
He talked about the Second World War. He talked about the pranks that his friends would pull on him and the pranks he would pull back.
He told stories of all the beautiful women he saw at all the welcome back parties. He said the French women at the time were always the cutest.
He told stories of his lovely wife. They had been married seventy years. He said his wife and him were so close they would complain together about the rising divorce rate and they would dance through the ages to the music they used to ride around with the tops of their cars down.
His wife wanted him to take after mexican culture when she died. Since, of course, he family was from there. He said she insisted on bright colours and fun music. She wanted to be celebrated, not mourned.
The nurse listened quietly to all of his stories. Even adding some about herself. She talked about how her boyfriend would take her for rides during the autumn. They would drive through parks and try to catch leaves with the top down.
She said she hasn't caught any, but she's like to think the whole ride itself was a "catch".
She said she was lucky to be with a man like him. The old man smiled.
"I was lucky until a month ago."
The nurse touched his hand.
She asked if there was anything she could do for him, and he kept smiling right back at her.
He looked her directly in her eyes.
"I'm ready, now."
She stretched her lips out flat across her face, nodded and said goodbye to Mr. O'Connel.
Sophie's POV:
It was late when I got home Thursday night. I had been out with Kaelee, shopping for paint with her for her room re-do. I threw my purse on my bed as I walked past my room to the bathroom. It only took a few minutes to scrub all the makeup off my face and put on some face lotion. I went to my room and changed into my pjs. after I was ready for bed, I grabbed my phone.
I had a message from an unknown number, so I dialed my voice mail and listened.
"Hey Sophie. I'm not going to waste time explaining this call over this voice mail. Let me explain in person. I'll come over at 11, text me if its not okay..."
There was a recorded sigh, and the it ended.
It was Justin. I forgot I had deleted his number a few weeks back.
I pick up my phone and started typing
Sophie: Whoa wait what are you doing? Please don't come over.
10:52pm
But after a while, I just deleted it.
Whatever.
He can come over and say anything he wants to.
I'll hear him, but I won't listen.
I left my room and walked into the living room. Looking out the window at the endless snow that didn't cease falling.
Three rolled around sooner then I was prepared for and eventually there was a jerk standing outside my window.
I opened it up.
"If this is your way of being all '80s movie cliche romantic or whatever, and trying to win me back, you're missing your stereo."
"I have a girlfriend."
Fuck you.
"Then why are you here, and why the fuck didn't you just ring the door bell or text me to come outside and meet you?"
"Your parents hate me."
"My parents love me. If I let you in, they know that I can deal with you. Besides, it doesn't matter. My dad's out of town and doesn't get back in town till like midnight tonight and my mom and brother are asleep since she has to work in the morning, and my brother and I both have school."
He sighed, and looked down in search of words to say.
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Sophi-"
"Better start explaining. At tops you probably only have a few hours before you get hypothermia."
"I-I just, I want to start over. But -"
"No."
"Would you just let me finish?"
He sighed again.
"But I know you won't just forget what happened. All I ask is that you stop ignoring me and giving me the death stare."
"No. You deserve it all."
"Why! Why could I have possibly done that made you so pissed at me?!"
"After you rejected my breakup, which by the way means absoluetly nothing, you ignored me for a week and told all your dumb 'friends' that you were going to dump me. What didn't you understand about "it's time to take a break and move forward with our lives"?! You then proceed to lead me on for six months after and tell me a bunch of bullshit things that kept me hooked. But I don't give a damn about what you did during and after our relationship anymore. It was in the past and there is nothing I can do to change it."
I took a deep breath, "The reason I'm done with you is simply because I can be. You annoy me, and personally I don't wanna hear about your life anymore."
"Fine. But I'm not going to stop."
"Stop what?"
He started walking away
"Goodnight, Sophie."
I shut my window and say on my bed.
The nerve of that prick. Why would I wanna hear that he has a girlfriend?
It pissed me off.
And I know it shouldn't have,
But it did.
I hated him so much but there was a part of me that allowed him to come over and talk. And that same part of me was pissed a him after he left.
It wasn't fair.
It never was.
I wanted to get back at him. I wanted to make him hurt and suffer like he did to me.
I opened my window again, "Justin!"
No reply.
"Justin!!"
I heard a car door shut.
No no, he can't be driving away.
I grabbed my slippers and ran to my front door.
I opened it in a fury and ran into Justin standing in the doorway.
"Oop, sor-"
"Shhh, sh sh. Come in, be quite."
I took his hand and lead him into my room.
When we were there I shut and locked my door, and hit the overhead light so only my nightstand light was on.
When I turned around, he was siting on my bed, covered in the streetlight emerging from my window.
I slowly walked over to him, keeping my eye contact and not letting a drop of him escape my vision. His shirt was wet from the snow, so I pulled it off and over his head.
I straddled him and put my legs under his arms. My hand was on his neck and my thumb and index finger laid on his jawline, while my other reached around to his neck and moved up to touch his hair.
His body moved with mine, as he slowly pulled my body closer.
Eventually we stopped, and my lips were hovering about and around his lips as I listened to him breathe.
He swallowed, but didn't say anything. Just grabbed my body and pulled it closer to his.
I moved my lips to his bottom lip and bit it. He let out the littlest moan, implying I should continue. I didn't, though, and his breathing got unsteady as I pulled away.
Don't kiss him.
Doooon't kiss him.
I snaked my hand up his arm, pressing my nails against his skin
He welcomed my every move. I wanted him to question what he was doing, and if he was actually cheating or not.
I started it, but he was doing it all.
My plan was working.
I had been waiting so long to get back at him, and now he was my puppet.
I hated myself for doing this and I was already disgusted with his presence.
But at the same time, things couldn't of been more perfect.
Notes
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9/14/13