Secrets and Lies

Casey is a teenager with an amazing will to succeed. She is an incredible runner and is determined to enter a marathon. However it is not that easy. Her world is upturned as her friend's life begins to break down and only Casey can help, Casey is madly in love with a man she thinks will never want her and a sad turn of events results in a huge blow. But Casey is still determined to follow her dream...

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30. 10th February 2014

10th February 2014

Blinding white light forced me to open my eyes; hazy black dots appeared in front of me but after a while they disappeared. It took me a few minutes to understand where I was. With those sickly green curtains, white walls and ceiling and plastic chairs, where else could I be? I looked at the hospital clock opposite me to find that it was half past seven. I expected my family to be here because surely it was visiting hours. My foot throbbed painfully and it was heavy and dull. It was in a large uncomfortable support and bandage. At least it wasn’t broken.

I heard a quiet whimpering noise and turned to my right to find someone unexpected crying on a chair. Cole. Then everything flooded back to me. Where the hell was Nyx? She couldn’t be dead surely. A nasty thought cut my throat. Why else would Cole be crying if she wasn’t dead? He seemed to be beside himself and looked extremely guilty and upset.

“Cole, where’s Nyx?” I whispered trying to remain calm even though panic was rapidly quickening my pulse. He jumped a mile. For a few seconds his whimpering stopped and he looked so happy to see me. Odd. I repeated the question. “S-h-h-e’s in intensive care. Don’t worry she is alive; extremely luckily none of her organs have been ruptured. She has lost a lot of blood though, but will hopefully get better soon.” He said edgily, he was acting really weird.

I was relieved that Nyx was okay, of course I was, but I then realized what a wicked state I was in. My foot was utterly mucked up and I was hardly going to be able to put any weight on that for a long time let alone run on it. My chances of running this marathon were getting slimmer and slimmer. But before I had even time to get depressed about not being able run, I heard Amaya whisper in my ear “Run that marathon and never give up.” Nothing was going to stop me from running that marathon.

However this did mean all my hidden dreams of winning it was completely and utterly trashed. But it only took me a few moments to recover from this. I was a stronger person now. I guessed I would just have to hobble for 26 miles. Nobody could stop me from doing this; everyone knew how hard I had worked. I don’t think my parents was that cruel to ruin my dreams like that?

“Are you not distraught that you can’t run in this marathon?” questioned Cole who seemed puzzled. He obviously hadn’t got to know the new me.                                                                                                                            

 

“Of course I’m still running this marathon, stupid.” I laughed shocking him. Wow, I really did like the new Casey.

Before he could answer, a curtain was ripped open and my Mum shrieked and ran towards me, hugging me. It seemed she was just as naïve as Cole was. Whilst I was getting too many hugs and kisses from my family, Cody arrived looking upset too.

When I smiled at him, he grinned back. He knew me so well. Nothing was going to stop me from doing this run, nothing.

****

Every single visitor had gone, and it was only five minutes before the visiting session ended. The room was dark with only my lamp on, and I sat reading a book in my own private room. But I couldn’t concentrate. Where was he? He said he would be here.

And then the curtains opened once more to show me the person I had been longing to see. Bruno. There were no cameras in the room and the doors were firmly shut. Nobody was watching us. He ran towards me, looking upset with tears brimming in his eyes. I wasn’t dying for goodness sake! With a soft kiss and a long hug, he asked me like everyone else why I wasn’t distressed.

I had actually got tired of explaining myself. But I did for him. Once I had finished, he opened his mouth to argue (no doubt telling me it was too dangerous and it would just hurt my foot even more) but then closed it again when I raised an eyebrow. He knew I couldn’t stop me from doing this.

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