this place. I heard voices, and I walked near the wall so my footsteps couldn’t be heard. I heard him talking to someone. About me . He didn’t think I would make it.
Idiot, shows what he knows!
I made my way to my over-the-shoulder purse that was thrown towards the door, thank God , and it had a lot of the things that I needed. Or which was necessary. Maybe I could come back for the clothes, or maybe not. A clean break is best at this point.
I opened the front door as quietly as I could without making much sound. I fortified myself by taking a deep breath. I did the only thing I could do with a towel clutched to my burning stomach and purse thrown across my shoulder. I ran. My head was throbbing something fierce and I was feeling weaker with every step towards freedom.
The door left open in my wake, I ran down the drive, to the street, and turned right and ran as fast as I could, which in my condition wasn’t that fast.
As I was feeling myself struggle with consciousness, I made it about ten minutes down the road to an intersection. I turned another way, not knowing where I was going. I could see headlights in front of me and I waved my arms over my head the towel dropping and the blood loss was nearly my undoing.
The car slowed and the driver rushed out of the car to help. The guy was freaking out by what he saw and the only words I could say were, “Please, Texas Women’s, Doctor, Larsen.” That was the last I could make out. I was too far gone. I heard the guy peel off and I drifted into numbness and nothing.
♥
“She’s strong, Detective Hindrons. She’ll come out of this.”
“There was so much blood loss. We almost lost her. Twice.”
I could hear someone talking above me. I felt something heavy on my chest. I wanted to wake up, but my eyelids weren’t complying. I fell back into the darkness.
♥
“Siddaleigh, its Mags. Please, wake up, girlfriend. I made a promise not to tell your family before but-
“Try not to make her upset. She needs to come out of the coma with no added stress.”
I could hear a firm voice. Sounded like Doctor Larsen. What were they talking about? Coma? How long has it been?
“Patti, it’s been a month. What are we going to do?”
“I believe it’s her mind that’s keeping her under. She’s trying to protect herself from everything that’s happened. Just have faith. She’ll come out of this. Trust me. I’ve seen this many times. She’ll come out of this and be so much stronger.”
I didn’t know if the doctor was right. I could feel the darkness closing in once more. I wanted to open my eyes. But darkness surrounded me, and I gave into it willingly.
♥
“Siddaleigh Carrington. Wake your beautiful ass up, girl. It’s your bestie here. Mike’s ass has been sent to prison. Attempted murder, and everything else that he did to you. I made sure they had all the evidence they could ever want. Now it’s time for you to come out of this haze. It’s a new day, Siddaleigh. Let’s grasp it for everything its worth. Your free, baby-cakes. Totally free.”
Something about hearing Mags fierceness as she was telling be about Mikhail’s imprisonment and about me being free seemed to help me struggle with opening my eyelids. I could feel them trying to stay closed, but I resisted the best I could. She was right. I was free. Free to be me, and make my dreams come true.
Yes. There it is.
My eyes opened to a brand new day.
11
Finally Living the Dream
Five years later
..:: Siddaleigh ::..
The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences.
Well, no offense to Eleanor Roosevelt, but this girl has not had a new or rich experience in let’s say FOREVER!
I walked out of my weekly yoga class feeling energized but emotionally off. Our instructor gave us the quote to think about over the week and that one made me feel