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When Roses Grow Black Chapter 8 Bus? What bus?? I had gotten hit by a bus?? I tried to remember, to think clearly, but my mind was still reeling from the dream, or whatever it was, while the migraine pounded any thoughts I had in to mush. Bang, bang, bang, bang......"Please stop," I pleaded. The banging continued and I could only imagine the looks they were giving me. They probably thought I was insane, that I was hearing voices in my head or some crap like that. I didn't even bother to open my eyes to look at whom ever was surrounding me. "Stop what?" a deep, quiet voice asked from beside me. "Someone's tapping their foot on the floor..stop," I said close to tears as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. "Sorry," I heard an all too familiar voice squeak from close by off to my right. Once I heard that one word said everything inside me stopped. I had thought I had recognized the other voices, but shrugged it off as a side effect of the migraine. Being a constant victim of a migraine's wrath, I knew and, possibly even had suffered, from all the known side effects. It all came down to these most often: Light hurt, sound hurt, moving hurt, eating hurt, thinking hurt, sleeping impossible, and even stretched as far as my imagination going wild and mistaking people's voices as celebrities. There was no mistaking his voice, though. I had only wished, prayed, and lived to meet him for the past three insignificant years of my miserable life. I hurt so bad from longing for two things with all my heart. One was to become a famous singer, and the other was to meet the Backstreet Boys. If anyone had tried to compare their feelings of longing for the same thing to mine, my blood would boil. I was always at the disadvantage with my middle-class placement in society's order. All the rich little girls got anything. The poor girls had too much to worry about already without keeping up with the entertainment business. Myself, little miss middle-class, was caught in between. Rich enough to dream, but too poor to make it happen. I was so sure someone else was going to accomplish my dream before me, I didn't tell a soul. I thought if no one knew the one true thing I wanted from the bottom of my heart, then no one could take it. It all sounds very, idiotic, I know, but that was the way I thought. I didn't want to think some one already had accomplished my deepest wishes. I don't think my heart would have been able to take it. With a substance abusive mother, a all too busy and ignorant father who refused to see my feelings, and friendships teetering on the very end of the line, dreams, hopes, prayers, and wishes were all I had left to hold on to. The tapping foot stopped. I then realized for the first time I had no idea where I was. I concluded I would have to open my eyes in order to look around. I prepared myself for the pain before opening my eyes. The second the light flooded in to my tired eyes, the migraine increased by two. I was looking around at four plan white walls. I heard a page over an intercom and came to the conclusion I was in a hospital. "Are you alright?" Brian inquired when I looked his way. I winced a little at the sound, and he must have noticed because his eyes became wide with concern. "Um, Yeah," I stuttered staring into the magnificent blue eyes I thought I would never be lucky enough to see in person, "I just have this horrible migraine, that's all." He gave me a bright smile. I swear that boy's smile was contagious because before I knew it I was smiling like it was going out of style. "I'll go get the nurse," he offered and left the small room. Even after he left I couldn't wipe the goofy-assed grin I had off my face. "So how did I end up in here, again?" I asked the other four teen heart-throbs. "We don't know details, but somehow, our bus-driver managed to hit you. We're really, truly sorry," Kevin answered for me. "How long have I been out for??" I quizzed. "Couple hours," Howie informed. "Why were you running down the side of the highway when it's barely light out, anyway??" AJ asked as if I were insane for my actions. Oh, god. What was I supposed to tell them?? That I'm a very unsuccessful run away, and I was hitch-hiking? Then I got spooked from a dream I had and heard a loud noise and ran like hell?!?!? That's plain out ludicrous!!! "I don't remember," of course I lied through my teeth!!!Next: Chapter 9 |