Running Scared

chapter 1

  

Pain is what jogged my memory back from the darkness that I've slipped into, white light and concerned voices filled my space. My {eye color} eyes adjusted at a slow rate, turning my head slightly to see people in scrubs and masks. The words blurring together were 'You're going to be okay kid, just hang in there a little longer' from the different people running around my stiff body that's spread out on a cold metal table. Watching as one of them started playing with my IV, I couldn't tell you what it was but all of a sudden darkness started crawling from the corner of my eyes until it took over. Once again, I was out like a light not knowing what those people were doing to me or why for the matter.

That's when flashes of distorted memories or a nightmare came to me, running through a thick forest with snow covering the ground beneath me crunching from the weight of my pounding feet that were running from an unknown being. Then a smell of something dead caught my attention; some reason my heart started racing while my hands grew clammy and sweaty as I stare into hollowed-out eyes that will haunt me forever. I remember now the beast as I called it was after me for crossing onto it holy land, a place where my parents told me never to go onto no matter what. Curiosity does kill the cat or almost in my case me, I couldn't understand then but this is the start of a nightmare I will soon be living.

Waking up with a start to see that I was in an empty hospital room beside the beeping of the heart monitor that hung above my head. Raising a shaky {skin color} hand to my face a white band caught my eye, and with a turn of my wrist, I could see the words 'Jane Doe' and the date they put me in the hospital. Twisting around in my bed groaning as the pain shot up my side, I didn't remember getting hurt than again how did I end up here. Ignoring the pain to reach out and grabs hold onto the bar that would keep me from falling out of bed, reaching out to the phone that was just out of my reach, I could barely touch it with the tips of my fingers. Stopping mid-reach when the door to my room opened up, revealing a short nurse with pale blonde hair with a shocked look mainly due to my being up.

"Umm," I said, staring at her and back at the phone, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, sugar you shouldn't be moving around unless you want to open your stitches." The nurse said in a southern tone as she quickly set the clipboard at the end of my bed to help lay back down.

I stare at her, not knowing what to say since I have never been in this position before. Watching her with a careful look as she checks my right side to see if I had opened any of my stitches. Listening to her let out a sigh of what's to be relief before, she went on doing what she needs to do. Blurry vision zones in on the printed ID badge that had the name Jamie Butler printed out.

"Tell me sugar, do you remember your name?" The nurse called Jamie asked, as she wrote down my blood pressure and heart rate.

"My name is {your name}," I told her in a raspy voice, I could see the corners of her lips raised into a smile.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. {Your name}. Do you remember any phone numbers of your friends or family that I can call for you?'' She asks as she writes down my name so that the doctors could look me up on their database. Nodding my head and gives her the phone number that belongs to my uncle that had raised me since my parents died when I was 7 in a freak boat wreck off the coast of Key West on their 10th wedding anniversary.