Scars

I wake up, body overdosed with drugs...forcing my mind to tremble and fumble with the hallucinations, not to mention that my adrenaline helped at all. I lay on a hospital bed and i see my family walk to me along with the selfish whore all in relief. they all look at me and are just happy that nothing bad happened to me that they knew of. The nurses send me off into my room in the ICU, i am so physically tired from all that happened that i try to fall asleep but can't. It's dark and late my mind tells lies while my soul rolls her eyes, watching my body believe my minds tricks. I finally drift off into a light sleep.

Next morning I am told I will be in the hospital for two weeks... not to bad I tell myself. After being given the news I decide it's time for me to do something that will make me/anyone feel better... order some breakfast. While i wait I decide that i need a warm shower. I turn the water on, as the little drops fall out of the pipes i carefully undress the i walk into the shower and feel the hot water trickle down my scarred body while i think about my breakfast. i finally come out of the shower and get dressed and in perfect timing almost in sync when i have finished getting dressed i hear a knock on my door which can only mean one thing ..and a good thing if that... my breakfast has arrived i tell the nurse to come on as i jump on my bed famished i lift the cover on my food on reveal warm pancakes like any average teen would order. i take the fist bite ready for absolute heaven i take my bite, nothing touches my tongue with flavor or warmth all i get is wet cardboard. I know hospital food isn't the best but how do you mess up pancakes. Is it the insane amounts of drugs in my system ? or is it fear slowly consuming me ? my stomach growls at me demanding that i eat the wet cardboard drenched in syrup. I continue to eat while I watch T.V in my room then my stomach stops with all, the demand by the third bite thanking me for filling it with the three bites of the wet cardboard in front of me. I am surprised that such a small amount of food filled my stomach normally there would be nothing left except for the disappointment in my stomach because of the lack of food. I continue staring at the T.V. hoping to fall back to sleep, i hear a knock on my door before i can respond nurses flood into my room. One nurse talks to me as another nurse takes my vitals. After that insanity they shove more drugs down my throat while my stomach threatens me to not take a sip of water and swallow the pills while the sound of keyboards typing begins to fade away, finally they leave giving some peace and quiet... well as much peace and quiet you can have in a hospital. I finally decide that i should order some lunch so that i will have a chance to eat before the next great flood of nurses. Its 11:30 i order the spaghetti and meatballs. While i wait for my order to come i pick out a movie to watch to keep my mind from telling more lies and to get to distracted