Stained Red (on hold)

Okay!! Fifth chapter for all of you lovely people out there!! I hope you like it, and if not that's your problem! :D Okay, well I'm so happy to say that I reached my goal of 500 reads, and I'm so thankful to everyone who has ever read my book! I'm also very appreciative of all the votes too! But the one thing that keeps me going, are all of the comments! It motivates me to write more, and to know what to do next with my story! Again, thanks to anyone who is reading this now!! I totally love you!! :D I think I should be getting on to my story now :P

The song, Charlie Brown by Coldplay just makes me think of Skylar trying to come back to reality!! also here's a pic of what Skylar was seeing when she looked out the window :)

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When my vision started to fade back into reality, the first thing I noticed was the clean room around me. My body had been moved, and I was now sitting in a hospital bed. I tried to remember what happened, but my mind went blank. "Mom," I tried to say, but a cracked whispered came tumbling out of my dried lips. After a couple minutes of silence, I tried again even louder. Again, silence fell and anxiety started to knot up in my stomach. I slowly pushed my body upright and swung my legs off to the side of the uncomfortable bed. I noticed that I was dressed in the ugly hospital gowns, and then it came flooding back.

Like a punch in the stomach, the memories of cleaning out Tilly's junked up house came back. I remember unveiling a mirror, but then turned up blank. I felt the blood rush out of my face, and the nausea rose in my stomach, replacing the anxiety. I felt it coming up my throat, and didn't have any strength to force its way down again. Right as I began to empty the contents in my gut, my dad walked in the room.

He didn't say anything, but quickly rushed to my side and held my hair out of my face. "You're okay. It's gonna be okay kiddo." He said comfortingly.

I drew in ragged breaths trying to clear my mind, but it didn't help since my head was already throbbing. After a minute I relaxed my body, took a deep breath, and looked at my dad. A weak smile came to my face, and he smiled back. "Hey daddy," I whispered.

"Hi baby girl. I would ask how you're feeling, but considering you just painted the floor with your insides, I'll take it that you aren't doing to well," he joked around. That's why I love my dad so much. I was always his 'baby girl' and I loved it. Another thing that I loved about him was how similar he and my mom were. They both had the same sense of humor, liked the same things, but I was still distraught about them divorcing.

"Thanks. So where's the family?" My curiosity got the best of me, and I needed to know where they were and what they were doing. I suppressed the little seed of hope that quickly blossomed in my heart. I couldn't get use to the feeling of having a whole family when it's going to be separated in only three months.

"They're waiting outside for you. Kristen also has a few things she needs to-" I quickly cut off my dad by putting my hand in the air. His eyes held a little bit of sadness, but I just shrugged. "We should probably have someone clean this up. I'm not getting near that stuff!" He said, indicating to the puke on the ground.

I just nodded, then, with that being said, Jeffery walked out of the room. When the door closed behind him, I let out the breath that I had apparently been holding. I looked over to the tidy window on my right and decided to let a little sunshine in. But when I unmasked the curtains, I saw a dark sky, with a couple stars beginning to appear. How long have I been out of it? I thought mentally to myself. I saw my clothes bunched up and carelessly tossed into the tan sofa next to the window. Something began to nag at the back of my head. Maybe some dumb superstition? A hunch? I couldn't figure it out, and I started to get irritated. I reached over and grabbed my clothes and searched through them. I started digging through the pockets of my pants while searching for my cell phone, but ended up pricking my finger on a sharp surface. I quickly pulled back and saw my skin protruding blood drops onto the floor. I sighed and stuck my index finger in my mouth and the taste of salty rust spilled into my senses. I sat down on the sofa then lay my clothes on top of my lap. I stopped licking away the blood from my finger and carefully reached into my pocket.