22- last night

 

A low beeping fills my ears. My eyes flicker open, bright light blurring my vision. Once my vision focuses, I notice that it is night.

The hospital is quiet all except for my steady breathes and the beeping of monitors. I rub my eyes, trying to remember why I am here. My head suddenly starts to hurt. I pull my hand away quickly from the pain.

Sighing, I try to stand up, but fall instantly, my body feeling like it weighs ten times more than my actually weight. Yelling in pain, a nurse runs into the room, helping me back into the bed. Kyle soon enters and a smile automatically grows on my face.

Then I remember what happens.

I stare at Kyle, pissed.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?!" Kyle jumps back, at first confused, then his expression turns to guilty.

"I-I..." He chokes on his words, a tear running down his cheek. I look around the room, only to see my reflection on the window next to my hospital bed, the darkness of the night causes my reflection to stand out more.

The sight sickens me. The sight of my beat up, bruised, and bloody fave. Scratches and scars cover my arms and neck. My eyes start to sting from hot tears. Quickly, I tear my head away from the window and down to the white sheets of the bed, a single tear falling on it, causing the white sheet to darken.