Moments later I woke up to the sound of lights flickering on...
"M-mom?" I stuttered while pealing my aching head from the counter; It hurt so badly.
"Did you just call me- Oh My God Skye! What happened!?" Her eyes looked as if they were to pop out of there sockets at any moment.
"W-wha-what are you talking about?" I truly am confused...
"Let me see" Jake said, moving her aside.
"What the fuck!?" He yelled, quickly slapping his hands over his mouth. "W-what the hell happened here!?" He asked pointing at me.
"I don't know what you're talking about! What's wrong with me!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I mean really, what's going on? I feel my eyes burning with unshed tears.
"Oh honey" Martha spoke, giving me the saddest eyes ever, "your head, it's bleeding."
I unconsciously placed my hand on the side of my head. Wet. It was wet. Too shocked to say anything I looked back at them in disbelieve. My hands fell to my sides. I started to feel light headed. My vision blurred, black and white dots appearing here and there. The room was spinning but, I wasn't moving.
I felt my back being drawn to the floor; Pain, that's all I could feel as I crashed to the floor. Mom's cry was the last I heard as I blacked out, completely.
*Beep-beep- - -Beep-beep-b*
"Ugh! Make it stop!" I wined shifting side to side; on a bed. Wait I'm on a bed??
I quickly flashed my eyes open, wrong idea. The bright white light burned the soul of my eyeballs!
"Ahhhh!" I squinted trying to block most of the light away. After my eyes got used to the new settings I looked around, taking in my situation.
It's obvious I'm in a hospital, of some sort. I have tubes running from my hands to a machine, which sounded out my every heartbeat. Everything else seems normal, except the fact that my head feels like I have a bucket of bricks sitting on it.
I reached over to the small table-thing on my left side grabbed the mirrow bringing it to my face. My head was wrapped over, and over again in a white casty looking thing. Yeah I'm not so good with words.
The creepy part is you can still see the blood sipping through. I mean really, just how hard did he hit me?!
I kept twirling the mirrow around till it caught something, or someone.
It was a boy. He looked so, pail. Almost dead! And... his heart monitor was beating so, slow....
I wonder what happened to him. Wait a minute, is it okay for a heart monitor to beat that slow!? I know nothing about medical stuff but something tells me it's not right. I placed my mirrow back to its spot and slowly climed off the bed.
Ew. I was in those ugly hospital clothes. Who changed me!? Wait, nevermind, I really don't want to know. Also putting on the matching ugly slippers I rolled my heart monitor at my side as I shuffled my way across the room.
Standing infront of him I felt like a total iddiot. I mean what did I think I could do anyway? CPR? Yeah totally... sarcasm! Infact I probably looked like a creep. Who would like to wake up to a random girl standing over them with a heart monitor beating at the side. Surly not me. I might just be the death of him...
With those lovely thoughts in mind I turned around thinking it would be better if i mind my own problems; untill he moved. His heart monitor beeped just a little faster, then went back to its unrealisticaly slow beat.
I walked a little closer placing my hand on the side of his bed, almost touching him. Even when sleeping he looked so, adorable? Maybe not the right word. Cute? I don't know. Hot! There we go! He looks so hot! Okay I'll stop now.
His face looked so smooth and flawless even in its sickest state; Slim and sculpted body... Oh gosh I'm killing myself.
I subconsciously placed the palm of my hand on his and- beep---beep---beep!-beep!-BEEP!-BEEP!- He's heart monitor went wild! As if life had suddenly stuck him... his eye-lids started to flotter as if he was trying to open them.
I gasped stepping back. Oh god what did I do!?
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Is This... Love?Teen Fiction
Love and hate. They are both so much alike yet, so much apart. But one thing they do have in common is the emotions they bring. It comes in the blink of an eye and swipes you off your feet. Most times, when you least expect it.... Read on...