The Plague

Chapter Nineteen Drowning

"Avery!" Michael called, shaking me. I opened my eyes, realizing I was crying yet again, and my sheets were everywhere and I was on the floor.
I looked around, realizing it was a horrible nightmare. How did I get on the floor? Oh well.
"Hey, sh, it's okay. It was just a nightmare," he coaxed, rocking me, "it's not real."
But to me, it was very real. And not a dream. Matt and Morgan did die, not because of drowning, but I still wish we all drowned verses a painfully slow death for both of them!
"No! It was real!" I screamed, bursting into more tears.
"Shh, I know baby, it's okay," he shushed, rocking me on my bed.
"It's NOT OKAY! IT NEVER WILL BE! You don't understand!" I yelled, running out of his arms, and starting throwing things out of frustration. Just then, David and Lauren walked in, or ran in.
"What's going on?" Dad asked, very shocked.
"She's.. She had a nightmare. Then she started yelling and throwing a fit," Michael said, rubbing the back of his neck. Meanwhile, Mum ran over and tried to calm me down.
"Sweetie, please calm down," she begged, grabbing my wrist and trying to make eye contact.
"Get off me!" I said, staring to hyperventilate. I pushed her away, and I knocked her over. She looked hurt and frightened, and she's usually very loving and caring. I instantly felt a wave of guilt, but kept throwing things. Dad helped her up, and Michael tried to make me calm down.
"Get the hell off me!" I sobbed angrily, kicking and punching him as he picked me up over his shoulder. He pinned ms on the bed, meanwhile I was crying and screaming at the top of my lungs, having a full on panic attack. Michael grabbed my arms, and dad held down my legs, and after an hour of fighting I finally stopped. Now, I was just crying and whimpering. I noticed Mum had two big bruises on her, did I do that? She's going to hate me! I eventually passed out, and woke up in my bed. I checked the time, 11:30 in the morning. My head and body ached from last night, and bruises littered my body from Michael and dad having to hold me down so tight. I got out of bed, limping to dad and mum's room. I stopped in the hallway, realizing they were in the living room. All of them looked surprised to see me up.
"Morning baby girl," Mum smiled, and I smelt chocolate chip waffles, bacon, and eggs. I gave a small, fake smile.
I limped over and hugged her, looking at the bruises on her wrist.
"I'm sorry about last night mummy," I said, really meaning it.
"It's okay," she smiled, then gasped. I followed her gaze to my arms, then legs.
"Baby, who did that?" She asked, "David, Michael, look at this!"
They both came over, looking a little guilty and shocked.
"It's my fault. I threw a fit," I sighed, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," they both said, and hugged me.
"Let's get those under ice," daddy said, then got out eight ice packs. Two on my each of my arms, two on each of my legs, and I sat down, eating and ice packs and medical tape all over me. After breakfast, Mum took it all off, and at least my arms and legs weren't as swollen. At least breakfast was good, even though I was very sore and my mood was not improved my much.
"So today we were hoping to go walk around, and shop a tad, then go out for late lunch or early dinner. Does that sound okay?" Daddy asked, and I nodded. Today is a pretty one; sunny and 68° F out.
-9:45 pm-
Today was so much fun. London is beautiful, there was so much to see! We went to St. James's Park, Tower of London, the London Dungeon, and then the SEA LIFE London Aquarium, and went shopping on the streets, finding neat little local stores. For dinner we went to a little café in the heart of the city. Exhausting, yet thrilling, and my favorite was the London Dungeon because they had actors there explaining the history but in an interactive way, but the aquarium was a blast too. I practically collapsed in bed, and I of course had another nightmare, but I woke up alone... And this time, I was drowning again, with Morgan and Matt. I wonder if things will ever be okay... Somehow, I know I'll survive.