Chapter Eleven, Breathing and Beating Again. I could feel a cold hand in my warm right one, and my eyes were barely open. My mother was crying, and uncle Jasper was hugging her. My father was speaking to the nurse outside of the glass box. I had more hair shaved off my head where they did the surgery. I could feel the cold air of the hospital touching my bare head. The hand I was holding was Ryan's. I smiled, and my voice cracked as I spoke,"Hello, love." "Hey...You alright?" he asked me, his eyes noticeably red and his face gaining some color back. "Yeah...I'm okay, I guess." I huffed. I looked around the room. It was Ryan, Uncle Jasper, my mom, Kade, and Jeffery all the way in the back. "Jeffery," I said horsley. "I can see you. Come up here." He had not been crying lately, which was a surprise. He was on my left side. "Hey, no more tears, alright?" I asked, my fingers fumbling to find his hand. He nodded, obviously beyond happy that I was breathing again. My heart was beating as usual. My family was there for me. I had people that loved me truly and forever. I smiled brightly. Jeffery smiled too. He had gotten his brace's colors changed and had a bite ramp. I already have one. "I promise Karoline, I'll be a little less rough, I'll stop crying.." I sighed. "Jeffery, I'm already Ryan's, okay?" He didn't even dare throw a dirty look at him. "Next time?" he asked with hope. "Maybe. We'll see if you kept that promise." I said in a chapped smile. My father returned with Rosalie, whom had a wheelchair. "Alright Ms, you're going home." Rosalie said cheerily. My mom pipped up,"And everyone is coming out the Bell's house for Christmas dinner!" I smiled, and giggled with the same twinkle as my mom. "Yay!" Rosalie smiled, unhooking me from the machine, and came with me to the bathroom and helped me get dressed in a Christmas dress my mother brought. She helped with a wig too. I don't understand why... After she combed it out, and I hugged her, I said,"Thank you Rosalie." "Hey, never a problem sweetheart. You know," she started, her voice cracking."you had me scared for a second." "Why?" I asked her, as she placed a red bow in the wig. "The brain tumor on Christmas, and I didn't think you would survive with how big it was." "Well, here I am." I smiled. She coughed, bringing me out of the bathroom, holding me steady. I walked with her, and she set me on the chair. I was alive.
The twelfth chapter is the last. Can anyone tell me what the number of chapters has to do with the title? I will have an epilogue.
Huh. Maybe~ I have to catch up on typing the chapters up on my computer. I'll update with the last chapter and maybe the epilogue tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve, It Turned Out Perfect. My heart beat was as sharp as ever, my wig itchy and making me uncomfortable. I held Ryan's hand while we were in my parent's car. Kade's mom took Kade and Jeffery. Ryan's mom went alone. When we got home, I stumbled as I walked. Everything seemed sharper since I've woken up. Like I was different. That was beyond obvious already though. I still had a week and a half until going back to school. This would be fun. We stepped inside, my mom had made it super Christmas themed. Spastic person my mom is sometimes. I coughed as my mom started running her mouth to Kade and Ryan's mom about hormones and crap, all three of their kids-including me-not being able to hold our blush. We shuffled next to the Christmas tree. "Karoline?" Kade asked me, sitting on my right. "Yes, love?" I replied with concern. "What do you want for Christmas? I know it seems childish to ask." "All I want for Christmas, is for nothing. Everything turned out perfect." I sighed, setting my hand on Ryan's. He blushed, holding me in his lap. Kade smiled his normal,crooked,imperfect smile. In my opinion, it's amazing. I kissed his cheek, and he blew up bright red. Ryan appeared jealous, and I told Him to calm down. After we ate Christmas dinner, everyone left except Kade. His mom was getting Khloe put in the car meanwhile we were talking quietly on the stairs. "Karoline, I was wondering.." "Yeah?" I asked, my head in his lap. "If you could spend the night sometime, I would love if you could come to one of my games..." he gushed, straightening my wig. "I would love to, honey." I said, tracing his hand. No matter how much taller I was, my hands were the smallest and most petite of all. I held his in mine. "K-Karoline?" "Yes, Kade?" "Are you a-and R-Ryan-" "No, honey..." I sighed. "Whaa?" he asked, taken aback. "We just can't do it. We're not perfect puzzles pieces like some people are." I said, sitting up and nudging his arm. He glances out the window, his mom hollering. "I-I love you, Karoline!" he said, dashing out the door and careful on the ice. That was my Christmas of 2013. Epilogue. Dear Diary, It's almost spring break, and I feel the wind blowing through my short hair. I've had my hair grow back since the surgery. I'm in amazing shape. I play baseball on the Bulldogs, and I'm the only girl player. Me and Kade are a thoughtful couple, he's still smaller than I am. I love him a lot. Oh how I can't wait for the adventures! Kade said I can try out for the soccer team after he saw me playing! I hope I make it! Write to you later, Karoline.