The world comes back into focus with the sound of a saw whirring. The roof of my car is lifted off. I still have my hand over Hannah's forehead. The blood runs down my arm. "Someone help!!!" I scream. I feel someone touch my arm. I hit whoever that is and scream again. "Ma'am, stay calm." a young man says to me. I try to turn my head and see him, but I realize a neck brace is tightly on me. I look over at Hannah and see she has a neck brace on too.
I tightly close my eyes, so I don't see all the blood around me. "I killed my sister!!!" I scream. Suddenly, someone slowly moves my arm away from Hannah. I scream again as pain shoots up my arm. "Does your arm hurt?" he asks me. "Yes!!" I yell. Tears sting the cuts that cover my face. He puts my arm back down. I feel how deep the hole in Hannah's head is. I start to panic. I breathe quickly, soon hyperventilating. I killed Hannah...I'm so stupid! How could I do this?!!
"You didn't kill your sister. She's alive." he tells me. A wave of relief washes over me. I see Hannah's eye lids flutter as guilt starts punching me in the stomach. I hear the saw whirring again and this time, it's closer to me. The door and metal frame are taken off and I'm brought out of the car and laid on a back board. They do the same to Hannah. I'm put in an ambulance and then it starts speeding away. I don't even remember completely what happened! What happened?!!
I begin to feel sick. I cough and blood comes up. They make me spit it out into some sort of container and the ambulance seems to move faster. I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel someone putting something over my face. "Relax. We're going to help you." the young man from earlier says to me. I realize he put a mask on my face. "I'm dying!" I cry. "No, you're going to be okay. It's just a scratch." he says. What an idiot! I'm dying!! This isn't a scratch!
The ambulance stops and I'm rushed inside. "Where's my sister?!!" I demand, becoming frantic and terrified. "She's being brought in by helicopter." a nurse tells me. "What?!! She's that hurt?!!" I cry, fighting against the hands holding me in place. "Relax." she says. "Let me see my sister!!" I cry. "You aren't thinking clearly. You got in a very bad accident. You're just very confused and afraid right now." she says to me.
I lay back, crying. "What's your name?" I'm asked. "Evelyn James." I cry. "What's your sister's name?" she asks. "Hannah...I forget her last name." I say. "Okay, Evelyn, do you have anyone I can call for you?" she asks. I tell her Harper's phone number. It's the only one I can remember. "Okay, in the meantime, we're going to give you some medicine to make you relax." she says. "What?! No!" I exclaim, beginning to fight against the people again.
I feel a sharp stab in my arm. I cry out as the world gets hazy and I feel dizzy and weak. I blink several times and try to look around. "Just relax." the nurse says to me, smoothing my hair. I cry quietly as I start to feel sleepy and out of control. My eye lids become heavier and heavier, but I struggle to stay awake. Then, I finally give in and sleep.
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Evelyn's Lesson In Recovery
Teen FictionThis is Evelyn's story. This is the third book in the Lesson In Recovery series. Evelyn suffered from depression, self harm, panic attacks, and social anxiety. This will probably be a rather long book because Evelyn transforms as she goes through...
