Chapter-3 It was my birthday, and I had just turned four. Of course I was doing what every four year old does.
(aaaaahhhhhh! Sorry I didn't mean to hit post!) Chapter-3 It was my birthday; I had just turned four. Boy was I happy little kid. Lets just say I was in my underwear, and I was running/dancing, around the house belting out a train song. My sister was chasing after me with a dress to put on. I naturally screamed when she got close. -I hated dresses when I was little... But loved spinny skirts...- somehow my sister had managed to get the dress on me and, I had already ripped the rights before the party. I believe my mom just sighed and continued on with the decorating. At noon the guests arrived, and I could finally take my place as the little star. I did my new hip hop dance in front of everyone. I couldn't have felt better. My brother kept picking me up and throwing me in the air. My aunts and uncles would say how much of a darling little girl I was. It seemed all so AMAZING. That was until my father finally got to the party. I think it went something like this. Someone knocks on the door clearly unable to open it himself. "I WANNA GET IT!" I scream and zoom to the door. I pull out a small little step stool on wheels. I pull back the door swinging open and moving me along with it. "IM HOME!" "DADDDDYYYYYY!" I jumped into his arms as he set everything down. "Hello kitkat." I smiled at my fermilular nick-name. He carried me into the kitchen; setting me on the table. My mom then walked in, sighing at the site of my father. "Hello dear." He nodded without any emotion. Being a four year old I never saw any of this. "Your late. Again." Was all my mother said back. Well all I catched, before I got swooped away by my sister. I remember hearing screaming. One of my aunts went rushing to the kitchen, all the time my sister and my brother held me close. Trying to cover me from the reality of it all. Until one day. I got dragged in.
Chapter-3 part 2 I can hear a constant beeping. Just going beep, beep, beep, beep. OH MY GOD! I wanted to scream, possibly punch someone too. That beeping was driving me crazy. Turn the damn thing off. I heard mumbling voices that mixed in with the constant beep. Beep. Beep... I felt cold tired, worried, scared hands holding mine. I recognized them; I new them well. I had held them so many times before, kissed them, had them touch my cheeks. They had saved me, cured me, loved me. Even hit me, but never with pain, more out of play. "Johnny?" I mumbled. I heard the room go silent. Then a door opened feet moved, the door closed. "I'm here Torrance. Are you ok?" I shook my head slightly, no I wasn't ok. I was scared, I had almost died... Ok I HAD died forget the almost part. "Not... not really." I said, my voice parched of water and too much... Sleep. I felt a warm cheek agents my freezing one, soft lips brushed mine, then another hand swept hair from my cheek. "It's going to be ok Torrance," At that moment I opened my eyes; wiped my face like a small child. I sat up and looked around. There was white walls surrounding us. White curtains covering a dark window. Machines. There were too many machines. All of them hooked up to me, it made me grimace. "Are we in the hospital?" I asked the dumb question, already knowing the answer. He nodded not caring that I was being stupid. "Yes we are. Do you need something?" he tried to smile, it didn't work. "Why didn't you guys let me die?" I asked being an insensitive beast of a girl. I then realized one of the biggest mistakes ever. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "I would... Would never..." Johnny wasn't able to finish his sentence. Now I had done it. I bit my lower lip and whispered one word. "Sorry."