Collab I'm doing with Toxic. (; Enjoy. --------------------------- Phoebe~ I'm blank. Completely blank. Catatonic even. "You're going to die in a three month frame," said the male doctor, looking at the charts again. My over-reactive sister started pouring tears and gripping on to me. My younger brother-whom was the youngest and smallest- broke down into silent tears. My younger brother-whom was older than Dominic, my youngest brother-stood there, tears dripping down his face. My mother was crying, and her boyfriend was hugging her. I wasn't crying. My mother was supposed to die before me due to her disease, but apparently they missed the disease in me. I stared at the doctor's face, mine cold as stone. I felt the tears, sting and bite at my eyes, wanting out. "You can still play basketball, and baseball, you can't go hiking, and you can't run anymore." I loved basketball, track, baseball and hiking, but I couldn't do two of those things now. "You might see that your face is gaining some purplish spots too," added his colleague. Gee, thanks. That's helping, asshole. I'm only fifteen, and in tenth grade. I can't be dying so quickly. "T-Thank you doctor." were the words that came out of my mouth. I left the room without my family wordlessly. I sat on the bench outside of the hospitals. My ginger red hair danced with the November wind. My forest green eyes darted across things. Oh Phoebe, will you ever stop feeling hurt and pain?
My mind was racing, feeling every inch of pain as I left the hospital, kicking a indigo stone from a garden, trying to think of a resolution. As I kept kicking the pebble, I noticed a looming grey ally. I remember it was when I was diagnosed with the sickness, I was just head of the game. Of course, my parents would never allow it, they thought of me better. Then in a slow turn close to passing the ally, I heard a slow, silent, voice echoing for my ear to hear the faint sound. I found there was a blond, wearing street attained clothing, grinning at me.
Phoebe~ I hissed through my teeth,"Trisha." She had a straight grin on her face. My body was weak, and I wasn't up to a cat fight. She was though. "Hello, Phoebe." she said politely, which I must say is impossible. She's a shark with Jimmy Choo flip-flops and lipstick. A smaller girl peeked out from behind her, a midget brunette. Brooklyn. I hissed again. "What are you, afraid to fight?" she snapped, her icy eyes freezing me. Brooklyn leaned against the wall with a smirk. "No, I'm just tired." I said, kicking a rock in her direction. She spat on it, kicking it back. Brooklyn hissed at me,"You shouldn't be so rude, Phoebe." "You shouldn't have crossed over to be a bitch with Trisha," I cursed. She blinked in surprise. Trisha went ahead and opened her big mouth. "Bitch?" "You heard me, prick." I said blankly with no emotion.
Trisha said enraged,"I'll show you who's a bitch!" She stomped and charged at me, with smoldering eyes, sure enough to punch my nose. I quickly blinked at dodged her, causing me to stumble and fall on the floor, afraid of what might happen next. "Never be rude, you'll only make it worse for you."said Brooke, smiling and tsking directly at me, then helping Trisha get up, with rummage piled at her hair, causing her highlights to wilted.
Phoebe~ I groaned, just lying on the ground. Both of them left, yet I was still hearing footsteps. I blinked, sitting up with a groan. Nobody was there. I groaned, pushing myself off the ground, my limbs hurting. I was mumbling to myself,"I hope Trisha gets hit by a bus, and I hope Brooklyn falls down a well.." The steps sounded like they were drawing closer to me. I blinked, stepping back. Who was here? I heard a mouse squeak, and shrugged. I put my hands in my pockets of my jeans, and I rolled my eyes. Maybe I was crazy. My grey-blue hoodie shirt seemed to flop in the wind, with how big it looked. I could still hear footsteps. Who was there?...
My mind reeled, unable to process a complete reason for this occurance. Had they come back to scare me? That couldn't be a reason, not even if I was the smartest person in the world. They weren't that big of bitches, were they? As I kept mumbling to myself, unaware of my surroundings, I felt a complete force of motion that caused my knees to wobble and tackle them to the ground. My heart paced, I felt afraid and curious as the beats of my hearts piled, causing a brief exploding of fear. Then it hit me. I wasn't dealing with those people, I was dealing with something else.
Phoebe~ I finally had the courage to speak,"H-Hello?" No answer, just some scary ass steps to make me just want to explode with a scream. I listened, this time speaking louder,"Hello!?" The steps stopped again, sounding like they were in front of me. I looked up, seeing nothing but a building across the street. "W-Whoever is there better come out!" I barked, still shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed.
As nervous as I was, I wasn't really determined to be afraid. I am diagnosed with something I don't know, and I'm dying, so I wasn't that big of a nervous girl, just cautious. As I cornered the ally where the fight began, I tripped in something solid, puffy, and unreal. I slowly stopped breathing, still enough to think that if I did nothing, no one would attack me. But as I tripped, I bonked my head on a stone colored object, and my mind stilled to darkness.
Phoebe~ Somewhere around half an hour later... I could hear the faint breathing of someone, and I was facing up. It was warm under one section of my back, and the rest of it was touching air. I could hear a voice mumbling, and my eyesight was a bit horrible. It looked masculine, and I don't think any girl would carry me. He blinked a few times, before showing up at the fountain. After I blinked, starting to regain my vision, he disappeared, but I was still in his arms. He set me on the bench, and he muttered something before trotting off. What happened?
I shivered, thinking I was still unconscious, I started sprinting to the marble fountain, covered in intricate designs of my town, splashing, almost drowning myself in water. But that echo in my head just gave me so much confusion. I couldn't bear it anymore. I started to go home until I found the two girls, with her friends, obviously smoking, taking a few puffs as the circled rings of smoke soared to the sky. Brooke whispered something to Trisha, probably with the body language of her face, she was either disgusted or impressed. Totally disgusted.
Phoebe~ I groaned, my head hurting. The cigarette smoke made me dizzy, and they knew it too. I looked drunk. Horrible. I felt something run down my cheek. What had happened? "Hey, Phoebe, got something on your cheek." said Trisha, stepping up with a cigarette in hand. "What?" "This." she hissed, pressing it into my cheek. I howled in pain, crying. Phoebe, where's your saviour? Does the world think you have to die now?
I cringed,"Shut up! You know nothing of pain." The cigarette burned my cheek, causing my flesh to sizzle, causing intense burn. I really felt embarrassed and offended. I did not cause my way of dying. They. Will. Pay. As I tried to silence the awkwardness by silently ducking to the next exit near the metro station, Trisha grinned the grin I hated the most, pleasure. This girl doesn't deserve this world, I screamed and howled in my mind. Please make it stop, please. She flicked her hair to the other side, causing one of her friends to whistle and cheer for her, amazed by her glory, then she said sternly, directly to me and her friends, "Guys, let's have some fun, we have a great treat for fresh meat to slam today."
Phoebe~ In sheer fear, I ran away from that hell hole of pitiful freaks. I was back at the fountain, tears stinging my cheek as it touched the cigarette burn. I was crying because I've had enough. It hurts. I dug my fingernails into my arm, growling. My phone started to ring and I picked up. A panicky voice answered. "Phoebe!" "Hi mom.." "Where are you!? We're worried sick!" "Out with some friends," I lied. "that's all." "Awe, okay honey. Be home by eleven. Love you." "I love you too, mom."
My head was faint, my voice drying up, so I tried to walk home, by myself, in the lonely world that killed my joy. As I headed back through the porch of my house, I noticed my dog Bubbly wasn't out in the yard, excited to see me. Even the doghouse was empty. Very strange. As I climbed up the footsteps of my large house, covered with brick and glass, making the house beam, even in the night, my mother hugged me, tears of joy streaming down her aged cheeks. "Phoebe....don't ever go out like that again." I grimaced,"Mom I'm fine." "No your not, you have a lot of explaining to do. As I went upstairs to change into my pjs, and then back upstairs to talk to my family, I heard myself speak something I expected to hear, "Wish I knew."
Phoebe~ My mother glared at me. "Now Phoebe Meredith, explain. I'm not being funny-" "I don't know. I can't remember." I said. She slapped me. "Phoebe! Tell me the truth!" I barked, loud enough for people on the moon to hear. "I SAID I DON'T KNOW!" My siblings looked fearful as they hid. My mom's boyfriend was at work. "Go to your room, Phoebe." "But-" "NOW." she hissed. I hate my family as much as the world. There isn't a thing to change that, is there?...