The Coronation by Becca Marien (best fiction novels of all time .TXT) 📖

Yes, The world ended in an apocalypse but it wasn't Zombies.

                        IT WAS ME.

Just a dream.

 

It was the same exact dream. The one that I had been having on and off since three months ago. I sat up in my hospital bed and looked around gasping for air, looking for anyone to hold onto. I was alone. I hated this dream.

            It was so real, as if I could smell it and touch it. As if it was tangible. It really happened. My Doctor had told my parents that it was because I had gone through something so tragic. The dream is always the same, always so vivid. I can always smell the scent of wood when I wake up.

             I pulled my hospital gown up over my nose and breathed in to get rid of said smell. The IV in my arm was itching.

THE DREAM:

            I'm sitting stopped at a traffic light. It's a rainy day, the streets slick, but it's only a drizzle as of now. I reach down for my IPod to turn the song, and look back up at the sound of screaming. Sitting in front of me is one of those large trucks, filled with tree trunks. Somehow the binds had come lose and some of the logs were falling.

             One of them hit a car next to the truck, knocking the car on two wheels. The car rested like that between the trunk and the car next to it. I look up at the truck and a trunk is headed my way. My door was ripped open, literally off of its hinges. I smell wood.

I feel a hand on my arm, hear glass shattering, and that's it. I black out. I wake up.

*

I began to itch at my IV. A nurse comes in and I smile guilty at her.
"If you keep doing that we’ll have to poke you again." She warned.
The fold of my arm was purple and blue. Both of them actually.

"When Can I get it taken out?"

"Let's see."

            I followed her with my head as she walked over to my bed, and behind all the machines. They had taken the life support machine out last month. She took the bag in her hands.

"I'll take it out after I get your vitals."
            She set to work on my Vitals. The blood pressure cuff squeezed my arm and I winced. Both of the tops of my arms had broken blood vessels due to this. When I had first woken up last month, I was completely confused. I had a tube down my throat, an oxygen line tapped to my nose, and my parents were holding hands. They got divorced six years ago and hated each other with a passion.

            They told me what happened, and that night I had the dream. They had to sedate me to keep the tube in place, because they couldn't wake me up. I was dying. I wasn't going to survive. Then a miracle happened. I was able to breathe on my own, and my parents were over joyed.

            They had spent the last two months waiting for the inevitable. The Doctor had even given them the offer to pull the plug on me. I was a living breathing miracle. Everyone was impressed. Dad had chased away many reporters in the last month. ` .

 

            The nurse took out the IV, and took off the oxygen monitor, the heart monitor.
"Your parents are at the front desk signing papers for your discharge and dealing with insurance. I'll help you take a shower."

"Thanks."
            She sat on the toilet as I took a shower. I had been bathed so many times while I was out cold, that I had no more shame. I got dressed in my own clothes I never thought I'd miss jeans, but as I pulled them on I was at peace. I yanked on a grey long sleeved shirt, and my twenty one pilots hoodie. I brushed out my hair and let it hang lose.

            I pulled on some socks and my boots. I laced them up and stood up. The nurse smiled.

"Feel good to be back in your own clothes?"

"Oh yeah." I laughed. "When can I get this taken off?"

I pulled my sleeve over my cast. The arm that the hand grabbed was broken.

"The doctor will come in and talk you once your parents are back."
"Sounds like a plan."

She left my room with my gown. I plopped down on the bed and looked over my lunch tray. I ate the little berry pie, and drank my sprite. My parents came into the room laughing.

"You ready to get out of here?" Dad asked, with a huge grin.

"Yep."
Mom touched my forehead with the back of her hand. I was fine, but let her do her thing. She had a few grey hairs, but I didn't point it out.

"Dr. Morris." Dad shook his hand.
Dr. Morris looked at me, "Unfortunately kiddo, you have to have that cast on for the next month according to your x-rays. It's the strangest thing. Your bones are broken as if someone squeezed your arm, but no human is strong enough to break that many bones in one grab."

Well then what was it? It was a human hand I felt, was it not?

"But there won't be any nerve damage and the bones will heal right?" Mom asked, looking at Dad.

"The broken bones will heal, yes," Dr. Morris nodded quickly, and Mom relaxed a little bit, "As for the nerve damage it's hard to say. If it does come to that we can try some physical therapy. We'll get you back to yourself in no time. Sound good Solan?"

"Yep."
         I just wanted to get out of here already. I missed my bed. I missed my Mom's food. I missed Peirce. Mom and Dad thanked the Doctor and we finally were able to leave.

          I denied the wheel chair, but Dad kept close in case I fell. He opened the door and held onto my hand as I got into the car. Here in the town of Stockbridge Georgia, it was raining. Yet again. It was October twelfth.

          Dad waked around the car, and got in shaking off the umbrella. He handed it to mom who closed it with the strap. As we drove, we passed all the familiar places I knew. The store, gas stations, coffee shop. When I had first woken up I had amnesia.

           It lasted only for two weeks, and then random memories came back. Like the memory of my Mom. I didn't know who she was. Maybe it was because I spent most of my time with Dad. He had custody of me. I chose him six years ago.

        Mom had cheated on Dad with some Beach Model named Gabe. He was almost half her age. What happened to him? I was discharged with three refills of Norco, for my concussion. I also had brain bleeding but so far that was all taken care of.

        I had a few other meds that would help my brain not swell and others. Out of everything the Doctor had talked about in front of me, no one mentioned what had happened during the accident. Dad pulled up to the drive-thru pharmacy. The inside of the car was getting humid. The windows were fogged.

         I reached up with a finger, and drew a star. The lady took my prescriptions, and Dad pulled away. They'd be done in no longer than two hours. We pulled up to Dad's house. I had no idea where Mom lived.

             I stopped all contact with her until the accident. Dad hopped out of the car and jogged around to my side of the car. He helped me out of the car and held me close, as we walked to the door. There was a bitter wind on this side of the town. Dad and I waited as Mom plugged the key into the door and pushed the door open.

            Dad hurried me inside, and sat me on the couch. He started on a fire, as Mom grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and put it around me. She untied my shoes and took them off like I was a little kid. She felt my feet and took my socks off.

"I'll get you a new pair sweetie." She kissed my head and diapered upstairs.

"What is she doing here?"
"You were dying Solan." Dad said, lighting the wood in random places. "What did you expect?"

"What is she doing here, here.”?
"She's going to stay with us until you're completely stable."
"What about Gabe?"
"That never worked out."
"Like you said."
He smiled a bit, and Mom came into the room, rolling up a sock.
"Give me a foot."
I held up my foot and she rolled it on. She did the same thing with the other foot.

"You two go ahead and get warm." Mom patted Dad's shoulder and kissed my head, "I'll start on dinner."

I grabbed her hand as she turned, "What are you making?"

She looked down at me, "None other than your favorite."
"Good." I smiled.
She smiled back, and squeezed my hand before she headed into the kitchen. Dad waited until he heard the sound of pots and pans banging. The sink flipped on.

"Be nice okay, Solan?" He asked, "She's trying."
"Do you forgive her?" I asked, looking at him.

            I was the spitting image of him. Brown eyes and Light brown hair. I felt like my looks were basic at best, but I was told by many strangers how pretty I was. I would thank them, on a nervous laugh.

"For what?"
"For Cheating."
"Honey," He sighed, and put his arm around me. I leaned against him, "She cheated on me. Not on you."
"She cheated on me by association."
He sighed, "To answer your question, yes. I do forgive her. I was working all the time. I'm surprised you weren't mad at me."

            Dad is a criminal law Lawyer. Mom is a phycologist. Dad did work a lot, but only because the guy he worked for died, and left the entire franchise of businesses to him in the will. Everyone had quit pissed off they didn't get it. So Dad had to hire all new Lawyers fresh out of college.

"You want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."
            We watched a movie, and then dinner was finished. But I needed my pain meds. So dad ran out to get them leaving me and Mom alone for dinner. I was eating a burger with lettuce, thousand island, extra pepper jack cheese, and fried onions on top. Homemade onion rings and cheese sticks accompanied it.
"You know you can talk to me right?" Mom asked, "About anything."

"You mean about the accident?"
"Yes." She nodded, taking a drink.
"I don't even know what happened." I lied not wanting to get into the mother daughter bonding again.
"Do you want me to tell you?"

I shrugged.
"One of the trunks smashed through the wind shield. When the paramedics