Not In That Way *Completed*

There is always that one little thing that can keep a person stable. That one little thing that makes a person feel alive. The thing that can make a person smile even when they are having a bad day.

For Cora Smith that thing is more like a someone. Her someone is Zachary Dawson. Her long time best friend and the person that saved her when her life was in shambles. For years, she has been battling for his attention against all the other girls around her. However, little did she know she had him wrapped around her little finger since the very beginning.

Join Cora on her journey in discovering the truth about Zachary, while all the while she is consumed with the fear that, in the end, the only words she will hear from him are, "I'm sorry, believe me, I love you, but not in that way......"

*Based on the song, "Not in That Way" by Sam Smith*

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4. Chapter 3

Summary of previous chapter.
    Cora went to school worried about her friendship with Zachary. She struggles through her day wondering when she will get to talk to him. She runs into him in the lunch line and it shocks her when he speaks to her, even though all he said was, "Move up please." She continues on through her day and races home. Once she gets there, she is barely able to evade her father and she locks herself in her room. She hears screams and wanders down stairs. Her father gets mad and chases her up the stairs. She escapes into her room and calls Zach. He tells her that he won't help her and is keeping his side of the deal and is staying away. Her father gets into her room and she ends up falling down the stairs, where she blacks out.

Chapter 3

"Cora. Wake up sweetie!" a voice says.
A hand grasps my arm shaking. A groan escapes my lips and I flutter my eyes open. A face appears above me. 
"Mom?" I mutter.
"Yes sweetie it is me." she replies.
" How? Am I dead?" I ask.
"Almost." she whispers, a tear escaping her eye. 
"I never wanted this to happen to you. You don't deserve this. I am so sorry for what your father did to you. You don't deserve to have your life taken away from you like this. I can change it. Do you want me to change it?" she continues.
"Change it? What do you mean?" I wonder.
"I can make you live. I can make sure that you don't die. Of course, you will still have all of your injuries. I'm not that magical baby. I'm sorry." she apologizes. 
"I don't want to, mom. There isn't anything in that world for me. You were all I had and then you left. I want to stay with you!" I shout.
I can barely see her now. 
"I'm sorry sweetie for all the pain I caused, I never meant to hurt you so badly. I can't give you the same fate. I won't allow you to leave that earth when you have barely lived. You are still a child. One day you deserve to get married and have children and you can't do that if you are dead. I want you to live a long life. I will make sure that you will be placed away from your father. I will make sure that you have a good life. Goodbye for now baby." she says.
"MAMA NO!" I scream, before the world around me disappears completely and all I see is the image of my mother fading away.


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When I come to, all I can hear is the beeping of machines and the smell of antibacterial hand gel. I struggle to open my eyes, it feels as if they are sewn shut. My body is numb and is hard to move. I attempt to sit up, but immediately collapse as I feel a slap of pain in the back of my head. I groan and flutter open eyes. 
"Why do I have to come back mom? Why?" I murmur, tears slipping down my cheeks.
The door opens and a nurse steps through. Her jaw drops and a gasp escapes her mouth as she locks eyes with me.
"She's awake!" she happily calls.
An abundance of nurses cram into the room.
Many mutter, "How?" or "That isn't possible." 
A loud voice calls, "Everybody out." 
Everyone in the room shuffles out and a man steps in. He looks over me and continues to do a routine exam on me. 
"What's wrong with me?" I squeak.
"You are one lucky young lady. It was very surprising that you didn't die from a fall like that. You do remember, don't you?" he exclaims.
"No. I know that I got hurt, but I can't remember how." I say.
"Sweetie you fell down the stairs. Thankfully, your mother was there and was able to save you. If she wasn't there I don't believe that you would be here today." he explains.
"My mother? My mother is dead. She committed suicide five years ago." I murmur in confusion.
"Oh, she was so worried about you, I just figured that she was your mother. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed." he says.
"It is fine, but what are my injuries exactly?" I ask.
"Well, you are suffering with a minor head injury. It is remarkable that you are able to function normally. Any normal person would not have survived. You also have a broken leg and a broken arm. In addition to those you have bruises and scrapes all over your body. Now it seems like you are suffering with memory loss." he explains.
"How long is it going to take to heal?" I ask, touching the bandage on the back of my head.
"Well it definitely varies per person. As of right now, I am unable to tell you exactly how long it will take to heal, but we should see some change in the cut in a couple of weeks." he replies.
"Okay, well when can I get out of here?" I wonder.
"We would like to keep you in here in order to keep record of all of your injuries. Around a month seems good then we will call your father and he can come and take you home." the doctor smiles.
"Wait," I call, "I don't want to come home with him."
"Why?" he asks.
"U-Um...." I stutter, my memory blanking.
"Unless you can give me a reason not to send you home with him, then I have no choice but to allow it." he tells me.
"Okay. Has anyone been here to visit me?" I sigh.
"No miss. Would you like me to get a nurse to call someone for you?" he answers.
"No that's alright." I frown.
"Okay. Have a nice day miss." he says, before exiting the room.

A huff escapes my mouth. I really thought that he would come visit me. Even though I told him to leave me alone, I thought that he would care enough to come...


~Zach's POV~ (Surprise, Surprise)

    The school day was going by extremely slow. All I wanted to do was go home. This whole thing with Cora is so messed up. I really want to talk to her and make sure she is okay,but at the same time I want to respect her decision and stay away. I couldn't help but wonder where she was throughout the day. She never randomly misses a day of school. She even comes to school if she is sick. It must be really serious.

My thoughts are interrupted by the teacher.

"Attention class! I have some very unfortunate news to share with you. One of our students, your classmate Cora Smith, has had an accident. She has a head injury and many broken bones. As of right. now, she is in a coma and is not expected to make it." Miss. Monroe says, as gasps fill the room, "I know that this is very difficult news. They are accepting friends at the hospital to say their goodbyes. This is a very difficult time for everyone and there will be a counselor on campus for the next couple of weeks."

As she finishes her sentence, I am frozen in my spot. The bell rings and everyone files out of the room. I remain stuck to my seat, shock filling my veins. 

"Mr. Dawson? The bell has rang, you may leave.." Miss. Monroe tells me.

"What?" I ask.

"You can go home." she replies.

I finally snap back into the real world and grab all of my things, sprinting out of the room. I make to the parking lot and slide into my car, throwing my backpack in the backseat. I take a deep breath and rest my head against the steering wheel. I hurriedly brush away all of the tears that are leaking from my eyes.

"Why did this have to happen? I never meant for this to go as far as it did. All I wanted to do was make things right. I was going to go talk to her today, but now she is gone. She's fucking gone.... I can't believe this..." I whisper, before banging my hand against the steering wheel and starting the car. 

I speed out of the.parking lot. My destination fresh in my mind. The entire ride there, I think of all the things that I want to say. There are so many things that I could say. 

As I arrive at the hospital, I jog inside and walk up to the receptionist.

"Can I see Cora Smith, please?" I ask.

"What kind of relationship do you have with Miss. Smith?" she says.

"I'm a friend. I'm here to say goodbye." I reply.

"Alright. Well you are in luck because Miss Smith just woke up!" she explains.

Wait What?

 

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A/N: Hey guys!
So sorry that this is late again, I had some personal problems to deal with yesterday. I hope that you guys liked this chapter... Let me know what you think. 

If you did like this please like, comment, and follow me. 

See you next week...

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