Chapter 3

   I wake up and rub my eyes slowly remembering the events of yesterday, or was it earlier today? Where even am I? I blink a few times and look around. I see nothing. I close my eyes longer and open them again. Who turned out the lights?! In a panic I scream.

   A door opens and then someone yells, "She's awake!"

   I hear footsteps coming towards me quickly and then I feel my mom's thin bony arms wrap around me. My mom was a blonde, like me. I had also gotten her teal blue eyes. I couldn't imagine that I may never see her again.

   "Oh, goodness! I was worried sick!" exclaims my mom kissing my nose. She strokes the top of my head.

   "Mom, I can't see!" I whine.

   "Oh, oh, I know... Don't panic! I'm right here." My mom says and it's obvious she is crying.

   "Mom, where am I? What happened?" I ask trying to put a worried look on my face.

   "Well, it's been a week since you had brain surgery." She rubs my back and continues hugging me. I can feel my shoulder becoming wet from where she's crying on me.

   "Brain surgery?" I think out loud. Now I realize a strong aching in the back of my head. I rub it and feel bandages.

   "Yes, brain surgery," she pauses and chokes on tears, "You hit your head really hard in the accident." She makes an attempt to change the subject by saying, "We'll be leaving soon.  The doctors still have work to do. You lost two pints of blood. That's thirty percent of your blood volume."

   Great! I could've died and now...  I  break down in tears.

    I feel her take my hand. "It's alright, hun. You're still with me."

   I shake my head, "That's not why I'm crying. I won't get to march in the marching band."

   She sighs, "Melly, you're life doesn't revolve around band!''

   "Band is my life." I say seriously.

    She grunts and lets go of my hand. She stays in the room though because I can still hear her choked sobs.