Misunderstandings - Chapter 1I awoke sharply, retelling the nights events as a story to myself. It was all a dream. Just a nightmare. I hadnt really cut myself and knocked myself out. Annette wasnt still crying over my unconscious body. Just a dream. I smiled to myself, trying to pluck up the courage to open my eyelids. Prising them open with a force that should have been unnecessary, I surveyed the scene;
It wasnt a dream.
And I hadnt survived.
Annette was crouched over my lifeless body, rocking back and forth. She looked so helpless; childlike. Tears streamed down her face as she just looked at me. I was dead. But why was I still here? Seeing the pale mottled tone my skin had taken after being drained of blood made me queasy. I wanted to vomit, but nothing happened. One positive aspect of being dead, it seemed.
I suppose something should have happened on realising I was dead. But there was nothing. No hysterics, no hitching sobs, no pleas of a return to life. It seemed natural to me
Misunderstandings- PrologueMy cataclysmic lifestyle was taking its toll. Despite the eminent destruction of the world I thought I knew, nothing would provoke me to admit I needed help. Id always been completely independent; something I would continue to my death. My premature death.
I kept the scars hidden, even from my family. Theyd finally know. I took a deep breath and brought the knife down to my arm, sinking it in as deep as it could go. She sighed, knowing it would be over soon. The room started to swim as the light became dimmer. She knew it was ending.
Aiofe? Aiofe? Oh God, what have you done? Wake up sweetheart, wake up! She heard her sobbing; her baby was hurt! She wanted to help her, to hold her close and whisper in her ear that its all alright. But the paralysis was taking over. Was sick? Why couldnt I move?
The memories came flooding back; the flash of gaudy red as the blood flowed from the gash in my arm. Hearing her hitching sobs as s