Chapter Four

Back at my house all of a sudden.I am laying on the couch and feeling dazed. I push myself up off of the dark leather. How did I get here, I wonder. I was just at school with  and Mr. Green. Maybe I was sent home because of my fall. What the heck is happening. I heard my favorite song. It was coming from upstairs Best Song Ever by one direction. I run up the stairs look in all the rooms trying to find the source of the music. I seemed to fly up and down the stairs. I am as light as a feather. I feel like I could fly, Like a bird. I have always wanted to fly. I feel like I am weightless my heart seem to slow. I do not pay any attention I just focus on my song. I try to sing along with the lyrics. It comes out like gibberish. I have learned all of the lyrics but they not to be coming out right. I think. They are supposed to sound like “ Maybe it’s the way she walked” but instead I said. “ Babba De wa sh waped” I turn to my left to look out the window thinking that I would see Mom. I really prayed, but all I see is a bright light, as blinding as a headlight. My head throbs. I turn around dazed and continue on my quest to find my mom. I feel my legs start to give out. I put my arm out and grab hold of an object that felt as plush as my leather couch in my living room. Let’s see if my Mom can hear me from here. I think. I hope she is in the house.

“ MOM where is the music coming from.” Silence. “MOM” All I heard was a faint “ relax” in Mason’s voice. Where are they? I think to myself. They should be dead since they have not come back for a few days.

“Isabelle?” I yell in a nervous voice. I feel my dog's soft fur on my hand but I do not see her. I look at my hand. Nothing. I hold my head in my hands. I feel little bumps on all over my head. I start crying. I realize I am alone. Just imaging things.  My head hurts as if someone hit me with a bat, and i feel like I am going to  fall asleep on the couch like object.  I feel my head slip out of my hands and to my side now lying on the couch. My head is face down in the leather. I can not breath so well. I try to take in a deep breath. I need to get up or move my head so I can breath. my limbs feel as heavy  as cement blocks. I try to push myself up with my stiff arms. I am able to turn my head slightly to have my mouth and nose feed from the cold leather. My vision gets even more blurry than before. Almost as if I am blind. Then there was nothing but darkness.