She stared at her hand for a split second before it came rushing back to her. I saw it in her expression even though she tried so hard to hide it.
"What is it, Sheelin?" I asked a little testily. Alright, it was a bitch move, but she wasn't going to get out of this.
"I was hit," she said, still staring at her hand, "There was another one waiting for us back at the camp. He hit me with a shovel, and... that's it. I woke up in the hospital, but my mom... Mom was crying... The doctor upset her, he said something about... memory... loss. He said that I'd have brain damage, I think. Mom cried. She never stopped crying. She was next to me every second of the day. She tested me just to see if I suffered. She... she stayed by me every step of the way. She ensured that I could survive," her look of sorrow twisted into rage, "Why is she gone then? Why leave me here? Is this another test? To see if I'm losing my memory?" But as quickly as it was there, the hatred left her and she looked tired. She slumped down onto the log she and Ben were sitting on and curled up next to him.
"How... How does this impact your school work?" Mila asked.
"I've been tutoring her," Ben replied when Sheelin didn't respond. It all made sense now. The reason why she hadn't been able to follow along in class, the reason why she couldn't remember other people's birthdays. It was sad. I felt her pain and wished that there was something I could do to help.
She lifted her head from Ben's lap and whispered something in his ear.
"she says," Ben said, "That she doesn't want any help. She wants to deal with this on her own," She looked different, laying there curled up on his lap. She looked like like an exhausted kitten. She looked calm, like a tamed animal. She looked... defeated. I wasn't used to her being like that. I didn't like it. Where did the dragon that would rip someone's head off if they spoke ill of her go? Where was her fire, her fight? where was her drive that helped us all move forward? Where was /she/?
END CHAPTER
Note: I do apologize to anybody who got into this story only to have me stop writing for a couple months. I promise to try harder and write more. Also, Soon in the future I will be starting a new story that I've had for a while and wanted to start writing as soon as I was done with Lakas for Life, but I REALLY want to start writing it NOW so I'll work solely on this for a bit more then I will divide my time between the two, so be on the lookout for something titled something along the lines of "Number Twenty-Eight"
"What is it, Sheelin?" I asked a little testily. Alright, it was a bitch move, but she wasn't going to get out of this.
"I was hit," she said, still staring at her hand, "There was another one waiting for us back at the camp. He hit me with a shovel, and... that's it. I woke up in the hospital, but my mom... Mom was crying... The doctor upset her, he said something about... memory... loss. He said that I'd have brain damage, I think. Mom cried. She never stopped crying. She was next to me every second of the day. She tested me just to see if I suffered. She... she stayed by me every step of the way. She ensured that I could survive," her look of sorrow twisted into rage, "Why is she gone then? Why leave me here? Is this another test? To see if I'm losing my memory?" But as quickly as it was there, the hatred left her and she looked tired. She slumped down onto the log she and Ben were sitting on and curled up next to him.
"How... How does this impact your school work?" Mila asked.
"I've been tutoring her," Ben replied when Sheelin didn't respond. It all made sense now. The reason why she hadn't been able to follow along in class, the reason why she couldn't remember other people's birthdays. It was sad. I felt her pain and wished that there was something I could do to help.
She lifted her head from Ben's lap and whispered something in his ear.
"she says," Ben said, "That she doesn't want any help. She wants to deal with this on her own," She looked different, laying there curled up on his lap. She looked like like an exhausted kitten. She looked calm, like a tamed animal. She looked... defeated. I wasn't used to her being like that. I didn't like it. Where did the dragon that would rip someone's head off if they spoke ill of her go? Where was her fire, her fight? where was her drive that helped us all move forward? Where was /she/?
END CHAPTER
Note: I do apologize to anybody who got into this story only to have me stop writing for a couple months. I promise to try harder and write more. Also, Soon in the future I will be starting a new story that I've had for a while and wanted to start writing as soon as I was done with Lakas for Life, but I REALLY want to start writing it NOW so I'll work solely on this for a bit more then I will divide my time between the two, so be on the lookout for something titled something along the lines of "Number Twenty-Eight"
