doesn't know to this day, if she is telling the truth or just being dramatic. I guess when your mom is an actress it can be hard to know when they are telling you the truth. I love watching her telenovelas, but Pilar doesn't need to know this. An angry Pilar is not to be fucked with.
Four years ago, Divine intervention brought the September Four together, but tonight evil will tear us apart...
Pain is a funny thing. A person's brain has a built-in mechanism, an off switch. When the mind or body has reached its tolerance for pain, the mind flips the switch for you. I'm guessing that's why I didn't feel when Henry Lloyd Burns slit my throat, stabbed me nine times and left me for dead. What the brain doesn't turn off are all your other senses. In fact, it amplifies them. With that in mind, for the next four hours, I listen to the screams of my best friends as the sick bastard went from room to room. I lay on the floor and wished for death, but I wouldn't get it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why can't I find my phone, this alarm just keeps beeping and beeping."
Oh my god, it feels like I was hit by a truck. I hear my mom's voice... "Someone call a doctor. I think she is waking up!"
Then, I think, it's my dad's booming voice? Yelling frantically, "Help! HELP!" I wonder if my Dad is in trouble.
When I try to open my eyes again, everything is blurry, and I can't swallow. I instantly start to panic why can't I move.
"What's happening Kennedy, honey?" my mom whispers. "Please stay calm, the doctor is coming. Please honey, just relax."
I try to nod my head, but it's too heavy.
"Hello, Kennedy." I hear as I feel the tape being pulled from my eyelids.
"I'm Doctor Francis, you have a tube in your throat that we need to remove, and then you should be able to talk. It's ok to open your eyes."
My eyes lock on the doctor as he removes the breathing tube. I try to speak, but nothing will come out, and it burns so bad.
"Kennedy," he says. "You have been in a coma for the last nine weeks. Can you tell me who the president is?”
I lick my lips and reply, “President Obama."
The doctor beams before he continues his questioning, "Very good. Now, can you tell me your full name and date of birth, please?"
I have to think for a minute. "Umm, it's Kennedy Rose Brennan. I was born May fiftieth nineteen ninety four"
"EXCELLENT!” he says while checking me over. "Do you know why you're in the hospital?" The heart monitor starts beeping faster; I automatically turn and stare at it accusingly.
"I think...we were attacked in our house...I was stabbed." I try to talk through the sobbing, but nothing wants to come out. "How are my friends are they ok? Can you take me to them?" The doctor and my parents exchange an uneasy look, and I gratefully let the darkness overtake me again.
Two more days passed before I woke up again. My room was empty, so I pushed the call button. A short, older nurse comes in with a somber look on her face. "It’s good to see you awake Kennedy, I'm nurse Deena, are you in pain?"
I shake my head and ask, "Can you please tell me where my parents are?"
The nurse replies, "Oh yes, dear, they are staying across the street at the Hyatt. They just left about thirty minutes ago to shower and change."
I'm at a loss, but I respond anyway, "Oh, ok, thank you."
She continues with the questions. “Would you like to shower? I can help you..." I just nod until her lips stop moving. After thirty minutes of steaming hot water, I feel slightly human again. I'm sitting on my bed and look for the TV remote, "Nurse Deena? Can you please turn on the TV?"
"No honey,” she responds. “You don't want see all the foolishness on the TV. Just you keep that mess off. You have enough to worry about."
My forehead wrinkles. "Why? What's going on?"
"Please, dear. Just lay back and relax dinner will be around soon, and your parents are on their way back.
"No!” I exclaim anxiously. “What’s going
Four years ago, Divine intervention brought the September Four together, but tonight evil will tear us apart...
Pain is a funny thing. A person's brain has a built-in mechanism, an off switch. When the mind or body has reached its tolerance for pain, the mind flips the switch for you. I'm guessing that's why I didn't feel when Henry Lloyd Burns slit my throat, stabbed me nine times and left me for dead. What the brain doesn't turn off are all your other senses. In fact, it amplifies them. With that in mind, for the next four hours, I listen to the screams of my best friends as the sick bastard went from room to room. I lay on the floor and wished for death, but I wouldn't get it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why can't I find my phone, this alarm just keeps beeping and beeping."
Oh my god, it feels like I was hit by a truck. I hear my mom's voice... "Someone call a doctor. I think she is waking up!"
Then, I think, it's my dad's booming voice? Yelling frantically, "Help! HELP!" I wonder if my Dad is in trouble.
When I try to open my eyes again, everything is blurry, and I can't swallow. I instantly start to panic why can't I move.
"What's happening Kennedy, honey?" my mom whispers. "Please stay calm, the doctor is coming. Please honey, just relax."
I try to nod my head, but it's too heavy.
"Hello, Kennedy." I hear as I feel the tape being pulled from my eyelids.
"I'm Doctor Francis, you have a tube in your throat that we need to remove, and then you should be able to talk. It's ok to open your eyes."
My eyes lock on the doctor as he removes the breathing tube. I try to speak, but nothing will come out, and it burns so bad.
"Kennedy," he says. "You have been in a coma for the last nine weeks. Can you tell me who the president is?”
I lick my lips and reply, “President Obama."
The doctor beams before he continues his questioning, "Very good. Now, can you tell me your full name and date of birth, please?"
I have to think for a minute. "Umm, it's Kennedy Rose Brennan. I was born May fiftieth nineteen ninety four"
"EXCELLENT!” he says while checking me over. "Do you know why you're in the hospital?" The heart monitor starts beeping faster; I automatically turn and stare at it accusingly.
"I think...we were attacked in our house...I was stabbed." I try to talk through the sobbing, but nothing wants to come out. "How are my friends are they ok? Can you take me to them?" The doctor and my parents exchange an uneasy look, and I gratefully let the darkness overtake me again.
Two more days passed before I woke up again. My room was empty, so I pushed the call button. A short, older nurse comes in with a somber look on her face. "It’s good to see you awake Kennedy, I'm nurse Deena, are you in pain?"
I shake my head and ask, "Can you please tell me where my parents are?"
The nurse replies, "Oh yes, dear, they are staying across the street at the Hyatt. They just left about thirty minutes ago to shower and change."
I'm at a loss, but I respond anyway, "Oh, ok, thank you."
She continues with the questions. “Would you like to shower? I can help you..." I just nod until her lips stop moving. After thirty minutes of steaming hot water, I feel slightly human again. I'm sitting on my bed and look for the TV remote, "Nurse Deena? Can you please turn on the TV?"
"No honey,” she responds. “You don't want see all the foolishness on the TV. Just you keep that mess off. You have enough to worry about."
My forehead wrinkles. "Why? What's going on?"
"Please, dear. Just lay back and relax dinner will be around soon, and your parents are on their way back.
"No!” I exclaim anxiously. “What’s going
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