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Chapter 11
Those days and those nights
I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful kwa just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the mitaani, mtaa watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
Or a group of teenagers get hit kwa a bus because the bus driver was drunk. au something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one zaidi left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I upendo Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the zaidi visions of my sister’s life I get, the zaidi I’m close to finding the answer.
I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became zaidi frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling zaidi crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
And I was all alone.
Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.
Chapter 11
Those days and those nights
I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful kwa just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the mitaani, mtaa watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
Or a group of teenagers get hit kwa a bus because the bus driver was drunk. au something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one zaidi left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I upendo Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the zaidi visions of my sister’s life I get, the zaidi I’m close to finding the answer.
I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became zaidi frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling zaidi crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
And I was all alone.
Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.
It's sad
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
Tell me darling why wewe cry,
Your tears stain the kitanda wewe lay upon
Could it be wewe miss the ones wewe clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to kwa a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can wewe rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can wewe be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the kitanda wewe lay upon
Could it be wewe miss the ones wewe clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to kwa a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can wewe rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can wewe be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Soar, soar
Soar beyond your wildest dreams.....
There's no limit
On how much wewe can soar
No one can
Break your wings and kill you
Soar for the skies,
Don't let the feelin go
Just soar, soar like never before
No one's gonna stop you
From believin
There wasn't a time
When nobody could never soar
But there was a time
When people never believed
And tomorrow
Isn't the siku to fall
And nobody's gonna push wewe down
Oh almighty eagle
We're gonna be the powerful eagles
We're not gonna let anyone
Be our ruler,
We're not anyone's slave
Almighty eagle
Oh soar, soar towards the sky's height
And soar toward your dream
Let nothing keep wewe away
Almighty eagle
Soar beyond your wildest dreams
And we're gonna fly tonight
Let nobody keep us down.