I move my head slightly to the left of me and see a blurry electrocardiograph. My heart rate continuously slows down, then speeds up. It is a delicate but complex noise to hear.
Beep
Beep
Beep
Beep......
I hear muffled voices that seem to be coming from the doctors and nurses surrounding me. They all shuffle across the floor like some kind of ritual dance to join a secret society. I laugh mentally, because honestly I am not in any condition to actually laugh. I don't even think I can move a muscle.
Way to lighten the mood Auria, I think sarcastically to myself.
A thick, scarlet liquid pours out of my mouth as my coughing becomes more dangerous to me. My throats goes rasp and I silently ache in pain. Maybe a migraine and a few scars hurt but nothing too mainstream is happening. Okay, let me elaborate on that, I meant a lot of scars and it is most likely more than mainstream, or else I wouldn't be here.
From the looks of it I think I can- wait I mean I am not going to make it. Not today. Not ever. Why was I so reckless? No, why were the people around me acting like that? This is what, the third time something like this has happened. I do not understand why I'm always the one to get affected for problems that should not include me but do so anyways. I'm not suicidal, I just don't know why I always go through stuff like this.
I feel a few salty tears roll down my face as my heart rate picks up again.
A blurry face makes an appearance above me. The unfamiliar figure puts their fingers on my neck to check my pulse. My breathing takes a few hitches before it goes go back onto its normal flow.
"She is now capable of breathing normally," a female voice states to her fellow workers. I have not recognized the breathing mask that was applied to my face some time- maybe even hours ago. The mask was then taken off of my face and I can tell that my eyes are most likely the same color as the blood stained into my gown. My grey or blue like eyes wander across the white walls covered with medical signs. It'll have to be suffice for my being since I have nothing to do but wait. A question that has been kept in my mind is, what is to come for me now?
My eyelids drift towards each other, to put me into a slumber that I might not be able to wake up from.
Before I know it I'm in a wonderland filled with a different...emotion of some sort. It's more, alive here than what it was back in that lonely building, only occupied of those with death waiting for them. If it had not already came that is. This... dream or whatever, consists of dandelions, fuzzy images, and things that would normally make anyone happy. But I'm anything but that, I have let down my friends, family, boyfriend. Wait, do I even have a boyfriend anymore? I can't even tell, it hurts to think about it. But yeah, I have been a large disappointment to everyone else who was around or better yet, was there for me.
What have I have become over the last few years?
"Why do you choose to ask yourself that question? There are many more to pick from, ya know?" A little girl, around the age of six questions me out of the blue.
Where the living daylights did she come from?
"'Tis not proper nor nice to talk to the air and not the person directly in front of you. Especially when they asked you a question! Where are your manners at?!" The pig-tailed girl, whom i have only known for a few minutes-if not less- then morphs into a woman who looks to be about twenty-five. I would never know because of her indescribable features. Some appear young, others, not so much. If you know what I mean.
No Ree, get to the point of how you and this person of some sort appeared here.
The twenty-five year old looking woman, turns sixteenish, but this time her face is softer and more plump. Not to mention her voice lost its tone of authority. "I'm here because my boss, or our king, wanted me to get you. You are an important part of our royal king-" I cut her off, just because of the ridiculousness radiating off of her onto me.
"I am not anything, let alone a part of your, or whoever's "royal kingdom" . Instead of all of that, I am a somebody with death at my door," with a roll of my eyes, I turn away from the morphing creature of some sort. Walking at a rather fast pace, the woman, child, or whatever, stops directly in front of me, causing me to fall and land on my head.
Not this again.
An urging pain races through the top of my head to my toes. And that is not a good feeling to have after you already had a concussion. I hear incoherent words flowing out of the strange woman's mouth. A thin line of blood ooze out of the side of my head and leaves a trail behind. Ugh, this day cannot get any worse, now can it?
"Dammit! Not again!" Were the last words I hear before I travel into my own time and space.
Everything goes gray. I hear the heart monitor once again. That's strange, I'm no longer at the hospital, nor am I at the land of weirdos. The gray color of the setting changes into a shade of deep black.
My eyes twitch at the sight of the brightly colored room. Room 128. Oh, that's my room, how nice.
A medic runs a flashlight over my eyes. Maybe she's checking to see the dead person inside of me. I couldn't recognize the actions for the life of me, oh yeah that's right, I might not have one.
"Hello," strangely, a male voice approaches me. "Are you capable of speaking? If so, say yes. If not then, well... you more than likely know how that would end."
Trying to clear my throat, I speak up. Or at least try to. The end result is probably going to end up being pathetic, but at least I tried. "Yes," my voice comes out foggy, almost indecipherable.
"Check her ankle. You, check her arms and make sure they aren't fractured. Oh poor child," the authoritative voice then wavers towards the end of his command. They seem to pity me, even better.
The heart monitor goes up a ton of notches, once again. While breaking out in sweats, I throw up all over my gown.
Eww, it tastes sour. Almost bitter enough to make my body drain all of its fluids. This is my fault, and everyone else that was there. It wasn't peer pressure. Maybe it was, but don't get the wrong idea. My situation was far too different from that. Honestly, I don't even know how it all happened. One minute I was there, the next I'm in a car, slowly riding to my next destination, then everything goes dark. I don't believe it was a car crash, but it could have been something on the left bed of that. The possibilities never seem to end, do they? My doctors were talking about how I could have some memory damage, that is if I make it through today.
Hope surges throughout my body once more, then it takes a leap from the highest of mountains to the moon and some place else, where it will never be in my reach again.
I wonder who else ended up like me. Never mind that, I forgot entirely about the crowd telling me to risk it all. Lucky them, their wish was commanded, now look at me. They probably don't even regret anything about the night of terrors. It beats me if they even sought their way out to see me lying here, wasting my last breaths on them.
At least there are some people waiting on my arrival.
Oh yeah, I forgot to say my good byes to the people who tried and actually ended up supporting me. That includes my family and friends. I guess this is goodbye?
The sound of panic surrounds me, as I shut my eyes to get over the pain that overrides my body.
A loud, obnoxious beep from the heart monitor concludes my thoughts in one.
