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Name: Natalia EmbersonAge: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Outgoing and sometimes witty. Is also a social butterfly and therefore is pretty popular in her school, although she never flaunts her popularity. She just loves hanging out with people.
Other: She's not planning to cut her hair anytime soon, because her grandmother always wanted for it to grow very long, and when she passed away, Nat made a secret promise to never cut it. At least until it reaches past her waist.
NatThis party isn't as fun as I hoped it'd be. Maybe because it's just such a typical one, like the ones you see in movies. It's in one of the popular seniors' house, with a lot of people all bumping and grinding and drinking the night away. I'm sitting next to Kia, my best friend, and I think we're the only sober people right now. Well, besides Troy Larkin, who's sitting at the couches on the other side of the room. He seems to look sober. Our designated driver, Chris, who is Kia's boyfriend, is completely wasted. Kia offers to be the driver, and of course everyone will agree, since Chris would NEVER let anyone else drive his car other than Kia. Hell, I'm surprised she even gets allowed to drive it at all. I guess the two really are in love. The heavy bass of the music rattles the whole house, and to be honest it's actually giving me a headache rather than making me want to dance. "Ugh, I just wanna go home already," I say to Kia with an exasperated sigh, sinking into the beanbag chair. "I'm beat." Kia agrees with me, but convincing Chris and Adam will be hard because they're both drunk to the max. They're hovering over Troy right now, trying to get him drunk and dance.
TroyThe smell of alcohol burned my nose, and it almost made me want to gag myself and throw up. Possibly all over Adam and Chris, because they were hovering over me like hawks about to swoop in for the kill. Meaning me. Which wasn't going to happen. I really didn't know why I was here, because I hated drinking and smoking and all the bullshit. "Hey, man... Take a lotta this." Adam stuck a blunt in my face, it's smoke wafting it's way up my nostrils. Instantly, I slapped his hand away, almost making the joint fall out of Adam's hand and burning it's way into the carpet. I glared up at him, tell him with my hateful eyes to back the hell off.
NatFinally I just can't take it anymore. I stand up and take Kia's arm, walking with her towards the guys. "Guys cut it out," Kia says, looking at them with that pissed-off-mother look that she's mastered when it comes to Chris and Adam. Chris suddenly goes, "Babe!" and then starts trying to slobber Kia, but she pushes him away disgustedly. "Come on you guys, let's go," I say, annoyed. The five of us head out to Chris's car, and he starts to head for the driver's side door. "Uh uh uhhh," Kia stops him, climbing onto the driver's seat. Surprisingly, Chris doesn't complain. He jumps onto the passenger's side while I'm sandwiched between Troy and Adam. Adam's still smoking, and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. Chris turns on the radio full blast, startling us. "Shit, Chris!" I shout at him. He just bursts out laughing, and soon Adam joins in. I just groan and slump back on the chair, crossing my arms. Kia pulls out of the driveway and then we're off.
TroyOnce we were in the car, I wanted to just open the car door and roll out onto the pavement below. It would save me from listening to this horrid music and to Chris's and Adam's laughs. My head had started to hurt right in my temples from the heavy pounding through the speakers in my car door, I felt it pulse against my thigh. "Turn the motherfucker down!" I yelled over the music, making the two morons shut up and stare at me. Chris only laughed after a minute and turned it down barely an inch, which only made me madder. "I swear I'm about to go ape shit." I said to myself.
NatChris starts to sing at the top of his lungs and flail his arms to the music. I have no idea what the fuck Kia ever saw in him. His hand hit Kia's arm a lot, making the car swerve a couple of times. My heartbeat quickens each time. "For fuck's sakes, Chris, YOU'LL GET US KILLED!" God, I want to snap his neck so bad right now. I see Kia stiffen, and she's biting her lip. Chris barely listens to me.
TroyMy left hand pressed against the ceiling, bracing for each swerve Kia makes because of her dickhead boyfriend. I look beside me at Nat, her face contorting into an expression of fear and panic. I wrap my free arm around her shoulders, pressing her against me as I tried to make each swerve a little bit more bearable. I wedge my foot out from the floor-board in the backseat, and kick it in Chris's direction, only making him laugh and try to pull my leg. "Gonna get you!" He said in a girly voice, as he turned around in his seat, trying to get into the back with use three. His ass was in Kia's face now, blocking her sight.
NatSuddenly the tires screech, along with Kia and me screaming. There's a bright flash, unbelievable pain, and then . . . nothing.
TroyAll I saw was headlights coming towards us, a honking of a deep horn--which sounded like it belonged to an eighteen-wheeler. Pain crashed through my entire body, making me scream as well as everybody in the car. Then, blackness.
NatWhy is everything blurry? And . . . white? And why is moving my body the hardest thing ever. I hear distant voices, and a figure is on top of me, but opening my eyes makes me so tired, I just can't do it. I can't. I don't want to be conscious because I can feel the pain. I close my eyes again and beg for the blackness to come back, to take away the pain, and eventually it does.
TroySmall voices echoed through my head, as I pried open my eyes. I saw red and blue and white lights, and they were so bright I had to close my eyes again. I tried to open my mouth, but there was a tube in my throat, and it scratched the walls of my esophagus. So much pain. My neck felt like it was in two, it was the most painful source in my whole body. Soon, I blacked out again.
NatI don't know how long I floated in the black abyss, but eventually my eyes started to open again. The whiteness and blurriness is back, and the voices are too. Now there's also a steady beep, beep, beep sound near me. My whole body feels numb, and I can't move an inch. As my vision slowly clears, I try to make out the figure I see above me. A woman, I think. Her hair is long and red like mine, only a darker shade. I blink a couple of times and hear her gasp in relief and then burst into sobs. It's my mother. I want to hug her so badly but I can't move. I can't move.
TroyMy eyes snapped open, and air was sucked into me with a gasp. I was having a nightmare, one of a car crashing, and I was in the wreck. I closed my eyes again, and calmed my pounding heart. Once it was down, I opened my eyes again. I wasn't alone, my father was sitting next to me in a chair. And I was in...a bed? My eyes took in the IV bag that was at the side of my head, and the tube leading from it was in my arm. I was in the hospital?
NatAnother figure appears next to my mom, and I see it's my father, wrapping his arms around her and looking at me with relief in his glassy eyes. I start to open my mouth to say something. "K...K..Kia..." I barely get her name out, but when I do, Mom starts sobbing harder. Dad's expression turns sorrowful. What does that mean? Where's Kia? She's okay, right? She has to be okay. Right? Right?
TroyMy father jumped up, turning his head slightly towards the door and yelling my mother's name. She came bursting through the frame of it, tears streaming down her eyes. "Troy!" She yelled, throwing her arms around me. I winced, but hugged her back. "What happened?" I croaked, looking at my parents.
Nat"Mom.." I croak out, lifting myself up slightly, though it takes a lot of effort, and brings out a wince. "Where's Kia?" She just looks at me sadly and then buries her face in Dad's chest. Dad reaches down and brushes my cheek softly. "She...didn't make it, sweetie."
Troy"You...were in a car wreck, honey." As soon as my mom said it, it all came back to me. Drunken Chris and Adam. Kia, Nat. "Is everyone okay?" I tried to look around, but there was something holding me back, like a neck brace or something. Pain laced up my spine when I tried to move it again. What the hell? "Chris, Adam, and Kia...they didn't make it through, baby." Shock tore through me at my mom's words.
NatNo. No. Nononononononono. No. I let out a choked laugh. "Very funny, Dad..." He stays still though, and a tear slides down his cheek. "Only you and Troy made it out, honey." No that's impossible no no no no no. Kia can't die. She just can't die she just can't can't can't no. I don't know what to think anymore. I don't want to think. At all.
TroyI stay silent for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. A deafening ring went through my ears, as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. A single tears, for two of my best friends. I just stay like that, as my mom went on. "You and Nat are the only ones that made it, sweetie."
NatThe hours pass with doctors and nurses constantly coming into the room to check on me, and my parents looking at me as if I'm a ticking time bomb. I'm starting to be able to move more, but the pain is always there, even if it's not strong. I stay away from thinking about Kia and Chris and Adam. From thinking about how now they're─ No. Stop it Natalia stop it. Let's just think about other things now. Like chocolates. Or unicorns. Or the fact that my best friend in the whole world is gone. The tears finally come. I mean, how am I supposed to hold them in any longer?
TroyA bunch of nurses came in to check on my vitals, and the IV. Soon enough, the doctor came in with a clipboard in hand. "Hello, son." He greeted friendly, a smile plastered on his fake; probably a fake one for all his patients. My thoughts turned acid now, trying to push the image of headlights out of my mind. "As you know, the car wreck did some things that were serious. Breaking your collarbone will take a while to heal, but you'll get through it." What?
NatHospital food is crap, but I kind of not have a choice, and I'm hungry, so I eat. My parents are having hushed conversations that's hard for me to make out the words. They've always been good at that, making sure I don't listen in. My thoughts start to stray to Troy, wondering if he has it worse than me. The doctor says my legs will take the longest to heal, and that I'll probably have to be in a wheelchair once I get out of this place. Great.
TroyI just wanted to curl up and die, right then and there. I knew it was selfish of me, but I couldn't help the thought that invaded my mind and was on repeat. They said that I would have to wear a neck brace for about three to five months. Fantastic. I wondered about Nat, if she was okay or not. I hope she was.
NatDays passed uneventfully. I cried myself to sleep for a few nights, but eventually ran out of tears and stopped. My father had to leave the hospital a lot, but Mom always stayed. The pain eases away the more days that go by, and then one day my doctor, along with a nurse that brought in a wheelchair, comes into my room, offering me a ride in the halls. I nod because my body is cramping from laying here too long.
TroyA couple weeks went by. It was nothing, really. And what it even more nothing was laying in the bed all the time. The nurses let me stand up a few times, but it hurt each time I did. The pain from my broken collarbone spread its way down my spine, causing me to spasm each time I stand. I sigh, as I sit on my bed. A nurse fled into my room, going straight to my parents. They shared a word or two and smiled at one another. "Well, you're ready to go home, son." My dad said happily. Only I wasn't that much.
NatToday's the day. Once I'm all set, the nurse pushes me out of my room, my parents following behind, and suddenly I lock eyes with Troy. I give him a small wave, kind of glad that we're going home on the same day. My parents greet his parents as we approach them.
TroyMy whole body softens at the sight I see: Nat in a wheelchairs with casts on both of her legs. I hated it for her, I truly did. No one should deserve that sort of pain or incapability. I smiled and wave back at her in a friendly manner. "So, what's a guy got to do to get a decent meal around here, eh?" I said in my best Canadian accent as I approached Nat.
Nat"I don't know. Begging didn't work. I would've used my woman powers to my advantage, but well..." I gesture down myself, how there's still some stitches on my face and arms, and of course the casts on my legs. "Ah well. We're out of here today, anyways. I'm dying for some Mickey D's."
TroyI snorted at her humor, despite the situation. I admired that about her; even before this, she always found humor in hopeless places. I smiled at her last words. "Me too, man." I had to twist my body to look at my parents, because of the neck brace I had on. It send pain down my spine, but I ignored it.
NatI wince as he twisted around, as if I myself felt the pain. All of us head towards the lobby, and while our parents talked and talked, I start to talk to Troy too, but the things I'm saying probably don't even make sense. I keep switching to different topics. It's just so nice to finally talk to someone my age, especially since─ My voice cracks a little at the thought of Kia, and then I clear my throat and stop talking altogether. I was probably annoying him with my blabbering anyways.
TroyI walk alongside Nat, keeping a good pace as her mother pushed her in the wheelchair. It felt good to hear someone talking, other than nurses or parents. I knew she was in emotional pain when she mentioned Kia and the other two, because her voice slipped then stopped completely. I felt for her, truly I did. But I didn't feel the same pain as her because I wasn't close to either of them really. Hardly even friends. Just... acquaintances.
NatWhen we're outside, we part ways and I give Troy another wave, a wave that says "See you soon, hopefully." But then Troy's father walks over to us and I'm confused for a moment, but then I realize that he's offering to help me up into the car. Both he and my dad pick me up carefully and help me onto the middle seat. My leg feels numb. I thank Mr. Larkin and he pats my shoulder, saying goodbye and walking back to his family. Dad picks up my wheelchair and slides in into the back of the car.
TroyI didn't want to want my father help Nat's with her in the car, it gave me a sickening feeling of hopelessness. I really wish she wouldn't have been in the car that night, I wish we all hadn't have been in the stupid party. But I couldn't turn back time--as cliche as that sounds. Sitting in the car, waiting on my dad to get back, I give Nat's car another glance and see her in the backseat. She looks so sad, and it hurts me.
NatI look out the window towards Troy's car and catch his eye, giving him a small smile and a wave. My dad starts the car and we're off. I have no idea when I'll be going back to school, but hopefully not soon. I won't be able to stand getting looks of pity every single day. All I want is to just stay in my room.
TroyI smile and wave back at Nat, and we take off about the same time, us going in the opposite direction. I twist my body back around, facing forward in the backseat, though pain still found it's way in my neck and upper back. I sighed, and started massaging my chest, right below my collarbone. I am definitely not going back to school after this, at least for a few weeks or so. Or maybe until I get this brace off my damned neck. Which, would be a miracle if I stayed out that long.
NatDad pulls up on our driveway and both my parents get out of the car. They get my wheelchair from the back and then both carefully carry me out of the car and onto the wheelchair. I feel a dull throb in each of my legs. My dad brushes my hair away from my face and kisses me on the forehead, and the three of us head inside. Thank God my room is on the first floor. Mom takes my wheelchair handles and pushes me toward my room, closing the door behind her. "Let's get you changed," she says, as if speaking to a little girl. Hell, I feel like a little girl. She walks to my closet and gets out my favorite t-shirt and pajama pants. "You want anything to eat or drink, honey?" I just shake my head. "I wanna just lie down for a while." She helps me change, being extra careful putting on my pants. I wince a little, but we eventually get it done and she calls Dad over to help carry me onto the bed. They both kiss my cheek and say "I love you's" before walking out and closing the door softly. I sigh and stare at the ceiling.
TroyOnce we had pulled up in our driveway, I had begun to feel tired and more sleepy than I should be. I opened the car door and scooted out, careful not to bump my head on the door frame. That would hurt, a lot. When I was out, my parents were there immediately, on either side of me. I sighed. "Guys, I'm not totally helpless." I muttered, giving them both a sad look. I didn't want to be mean to them, because they are helping me in one way or another. But I just...want to be alone and sleep for the rest of my life. I smiled at them both, and headed into the house. My room was on the second floor, which didn't bother me. But I legs were sore, so it took be longer than it should have to get to my room. Once there, I resisted the urge to plop down on it like I normally do. Instead, I gingerly sit down and lay back, wincing when my head hit the pillow, sending a surge of pain down my chest and neck.
NatI slide up the bed so that I'm slightly upright on my back, then grab for my laptop that's on my nightstand. Luckily the batteries are still full. I log onto MSN to see who's on, but almost everyone is either offline or away.
TroyI know right then that I won't be sleeping anytime soon. So, I grab my laptop off the nightstand beside me, and boot it up. When it came on, I noticed that I had about a million IMs saying to get better or that they miss me. Bullshit. I sighed, and saw that Nat was online. Hm. I was kind of afraid to IM her.
NatTroy's name and picture popped up on the bottom right corner of my screen, and I clicked it, glad to see he came on.
ActivateMyHeart: yo.
ActivateMyHeart: how're you holding up?
TroyAlmost as soon as I came on, Nat's IM box appeared on my desktop. I smiled slightly, glad she messaged me first.
MyChemicalSandwich: hello thar.
MyChemicalSandwich: i'm as good as i can get. you?
NatActivateMyHeart: i'm in my room, so it's heaven. <3
ActivateMyHeart: i feel weird though. i kinda wanna eat something, but at the same time i kinda wanna....not. o_o whatcha upto?
TroyI let a chuckle slip out.
MyChemicalSandwich: ah, same here. i understand the feeling. haha.
MyChemicalSandwich: yeah, i know. i think my stomach isn't the same anymore. :(
NatActivateMyHeart: really? i thought it was only your neck or collarbone or something?
ActivateMyHeart: me, it'll probably be several weeks, maybe even months before i can walk again. e_e i don't even know when i'm gonna come back to school.
TroyMyChemicalSandwich: it is. but i'm lazy as hell. xD plus, the pain meds they gave me do shit.
MyChemicalSandwich: i'll probably go back to school in a week or two. so consider yourself lucky. v_v
NatActivateMyHeart: i don't think so. there's no telling when my parents'll want me to go back.
ActivateMyHeart: i just... i won't be able to stand the looks of pity, you know? i just KNOW people are gonna be giving me those.
ActivateMyHeart: they'll probably give them to you too. :I
TroyMyChemicalSandwich: i know the feeling. so don't feel left out.
MyChemicalSandwich: i tell you what, whenever you and i are in the same class, we'll get through it together.
MyChemicalSandwich: it's the least i could do for putting you through that because of my friends. :/
NatActivateMyHeart: if only...
I stop. I was about to say if only Chris wasn't such a stupidass. We would've all been okay. Kia would still be alive.
ActivateMyHeart: nevermind. you weren't the one who put me through that. i went to the party willingly.
TroyI noticed her pause as she was typing. She was probably thinking about how Chris was a dumbass for doing what he did. But I couldn't really say anything against, for he may rest in peace.
MyChemicalSandwich: well, still. it's the least i could do.
MyChemicalSandwich: would you consider it? we could be best broken buddies. bbb. :)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Sweet, good-natured, well-mannered, sarcastic when he wants to be, quiet. He doesn't really take bullying well. People see him as an all-around nice guy, but inside, he doesn't take shit from anybody.
Other: Got his first tattoo on his 18th birthday of his family crest on his left side. Two lions, back to back, looking ready to attack, with leaves lacing through them and a rose with thorns on its stem in the middle.