Broken Beginnings (Rewrites): Chapters Two

Chapter Two:

I squinted, regaining my focus, trying to remember what had happened, where I was, for a second, a brief second, the reality of the night before eluded me. I woke up thinking I was in my warm bed, at home, my butterfly comforter tucked up to my chin. The beeping of monitors, and a smell that was a mix of Lysol, bleach, Medicines and Sickness stung my eyes. …

I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. My legs weren’t cooperative. I could feel nothing, and still I did not want to think about what that could mean. I just wanted to get up and out of here.

I looked around the room, wide eyed, when I saw my Mother sitting there, looking as if she had aged ten years in about ten hours. The concern was etched on her face. I watched as she got up when she realized I was awake, thanking G-d that I was awake.

“Doter, I was afraid I had lost you forever.” Mo said, grabbing the hand that was free of tubes, and wires, so hard that I flinched.

“Is Naomi okay?” I asked, but Mother’s silence spoke for her.

“She didn’t die did she?” I asked, panicked, I would never be able to forgive myself if Naomi died, what happened wasn’t my fault, but I still couldn’t help but feel guilty about what had happened. I had been the one that had asked her to come to the party with me. If we hadn’t…