The Point of No Return {sequel to The Arbitrary life of Avery Blake [teacher]}

Chapter 1

Reconciliation- “I could die in his arms and truly not care.”

My life can be summed up in 3 completely simple words; a complete mess.

The last thing I remembered seeing was the exact thing that brought me to this situation; if I could even call it a situation of sorts.

Flashback

I remembered the way she placed her hand on his shoulder flirtatiously, the way she leaned in and last of all, the way she kissed him.

I guess I couldn’t take it and did what I had to do.

And that’s when I cut myself. It wasn’t the first time… but I hoped it to be the last. I guess my emotions got too overwhelming. I felt betrayed and it felt as though my heart had exploded.

It was funny to think how much times I had been put into this situation… Yes, me Avery Blake, the 18 year old girl who had the composure of a 5 year old.

But I was pretty sure my soul was starting to lag as it had been through so much… I was surprised I was even able to gain access to my thoughts.

But, hey, look at the bright side, I try and tell myself. What bright side? Could there even be a bright side for me right now; the very person who had lost control of her life that many times that I had finally put myself in an eternal state of blackness… Had I finally driven myself over the edge?

Hey, I wasn’t surprised… but I was just shocked that this hadn’t happened sooner.

I wonder if anybody missed me. Kiren surely would… Yes, Kiren… I had so many memories with him. He was anybody’s happiest dream. He was the only reason this hadn’t happened to me sooner. I missed his tallness, his perkiness and his perfection.

Then there was Cole… or should I say Mr Ford? Yes, I had stupidly gotten involved with a teacher. As illegal and immature as that sounds… I wouldn’t know of my (previous?) life without him. He was always there for me… even when Corbin had kidnapped me. He was definitely my knight in shining armour; there to save me in every ‘little’ position I had managed to squeeze myself into.

I wish I could scream… I wish I wouldn’t be motionless in this state of mind. I wish I could move; I wish I could breathe but more importantly I wish I could be alive, feel alive and live my life.

‘I love you.’ I hear in that sweet, British accented voice by none other than my knight in shining armour. It sounded so real but I couldn’t be sure… It could be another dream… it always was. But could I take that chance? Simple answer: no I couldn’t. But what was I meant to do? How did I know that I wasn’t just a soul, drifting through the universe… awaiting a new body to take shelter and refuge and become a whole?

‘If you can hear me… j-just please… squeeze my hand.’ Cole said again. Squeeze his hand? What hand? How could I squeeze his hand when I couldn’t even feel my own? But… this couldn’t be real, right?

‘Nurse, quick!’ he shouted, although it was barely audible. His voice was muffled, it was as though it was being filtrated by a thousand filters; as though my ears were a thousand miles away, never too close; but mostly, it was as though my body didn’t want to accept the sound, accept being able to live or speak or be spoken too. Was I the one pushing being able to live away?

‘S-she’s crying! Look…’ said that filtrated voice.

‘Oh dear lord.’ I heard. ‘I think she can hear us, but I cannot be sure. Her body seems to be able to process a certain amount of energy through the little amount of soundwaves being available to her. I think she is just about ready to wake up from the coma she has been in. But once she does, you have to be careful and quiet. Give her little bits of information and try not to overwork her mind as she will probably be weak and fragile. But just keep in mind that the process of her mind recovering and taking the big leap and waking up could take hours… maybe even days. I shall try and take some tests.’ spoke an unfamiliar but mature voice.