"Secrets have a way of making themselves felt, even before you know there's a secret."
― Jean Ferris, Once Upon a Marigold
Chapter 2: Wake Up Call.
As Naomi's senses started to return she fluttered her eyes open to reveal a bright light shining above her. As she started to sit up on the comfortable bed she heard a voice say, "Did it hurt?"
She turned to her left to see a boy who looked about her age looking at her. "Hhmm? Yeah well hitting your head on concrete would of course hurt. Why would you ask me tha-?"
"I said, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Chill." the boy said winking.
Naomi ducked her head down using her thick hair as a curtain to conceal her faint blush, evidence of her embarrassment. His deep laughter brought her to look up at him. She noticed that he had spiky ash blonde hair with piercing blue eyes matched with strong bone structure. He looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine. Minus the mud covering his face and clothes. As the boy cleared his throat Naomi realised she was staring. She looked down and saw he had an icepack on his right hand.
"What did you do?" she said nodding to his hand. She congratulated herself in her mind for speaking to him.
"That boy" he said nodding to a bed to her right, which contained a boy who was unconscious with a blood smeared face. "He 'accidently' fell into my fist when he cheated in footy."
"I see, I see." Naomi didn't see. "Somebody needs anger management" Naomi muttered under her breath.
The boy narrowed his eyes at her and said "What was that?"
"Oh urm, I s-said its must suck to be h-him." She stuttered out. She had to remind herself to not mutter. It got her into trouble frequently.
"Yeah it does," was his reply before the awkward silence ensued. During this silence Naomi finally took in her surroundings seeing pale yellow painted walls and a black a white tiled floor with beds and waiting chairs that the boy was seated in. It was different. She stereotyped the medical rooms to be all white and sterile.
Trying to start up a conversation Naomi said "I'm going to take a wild guess here and say we're in the medical room?"
"Noooooo" he said drawing out the 'o'. "We're in Disneyland waiting to join the parade," with sarcasm laced in his voice.
"Does that mean I get to meet Mickey Mouse?" Naomi said teasing.
"Yep. And if you're lucky you can meet Donald Duck" he said with amusement sparkling in his eyes.
"Really? Wow." Naomi said whilst looking gazing into the distance. "It's always been my dream to meet Donald Duck." She said dreamily. The boy let out a burst of laughter causing Naomi to join in. Naomi hissed when a stinging pain at the back of her head brought her out of the laughing fit. "Ouch."
"What's wrong?" he said with a tone of curiousity and concern.
"I just realised something. Fainting and falling is not fun. Especially when you hit the concrete." She said grimacing.
"Sucks. Oh by the way. My names Tyler." Tyler said with a smile.
"Naomi. I'm new here." She said with an awkward little gesture.
Tyler blinked as if noticing her for the first time. "I see what Eve was talking about now. You look just like her." he said looking at her.
"I look like who? And who's Eve?" Naomi said cocking her head to the side.
"Eve's the girl with curly blonde hair. She's the one who helped bring you in?"
"Oh. Right." The girl who tackled her and told her she was dead. Marvelous.
"And the girl you look like was an old friend of ours. Lily Stevens. She was a student here, but she's gone now." He said staring at the floor.
"When you say gone you mean?" Tyler looked up to stare Naomi straight in the eye as if he could see every aspect of her soul.
"Dead." He said in a cold hard voice.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She whispered quickly.
"Yeah, me too." He looked back down at the floor. Breaking the silence, Tyler suddenly said "Well I'm off". Jumping out of his seat he walked out the door without glancing back. Naomi just watched him shocked, he left so quick she couldn't utter a word to say goodbye. She yawned.
Naomi couldn't help but think that she imagined him. She rarely saw anybody with his type of looks except in magazines and on the t.v. The only evidence that he was here was the ice pack left to melt on the chair.
She could feel the exhaustion take over her as her eyelids grew heavy. Naomi didn't want to sleep though. Because the minute she lets her subconcious take over her mind would be filled with the haunting nightmares. No amount of coffee can keep the nightmares away.
She tries to avoid sleeping now because of that day. The memory always finds a way to claw up to her mind. Fear filled inside her as her body unwillingly started to lay back down under the covers. Her body was far too strong to control and soon Naomi found herself closing her eyes, waiting for the images to show.
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Buried Secrets. [ON HOLD]Teen Fiction
Naomi Jackson is your typical 16 year old girl. She moved to go with her parents job, got sent to boarding school and went to start a new life. Or so she thought. She discovers that she has an uncanny resemblance to another student, lily stevens, wh...