The far too familiar emergency room sent chills down my spine. At first I didn't know why I was the one in here, that Oliver was the hurt one.
I groggily rolled over, and excruciating pain shot through my body, and I let out a moan for help.
It soon turned into a scream, I couldn't move without aching.
My dad ran into the room and held my hand. He kneeled down by the bed, tears streaming down his face, my mother next to her.
"Where's Oliver?" I asked
"He's okay, just shh." My mother cooed.
How could I shh? I attempted to get up, but my dad pushed me down gently.
I was screaming now. "WHERE IS HEEE!!!" And that caused the doctor to come in the room.
Everyone was crowded around me, fighting me down to the bed. My side hurt, really bad.
I had tears streaming down my face, my voice cracked as I screamed his name.
I'm so glad I fought the doctors, because after they cleared everyone out of the room. I was lying on the bed. He came in told me what happened.
So, according to the doctor, the woman from my birthday party, that drove my limousine, seeked revenge on me, since she was driving me when she lost her arm that night in the wreck. She saw me with Oliver and didn't even think before she slammed the car into us. After she almost killed Oliver, she threw a knife which landed right in my side.
Suddenly, I remembered everything. Being thrown to the asphalt, the psychotic bus driver with only one arm, the excruciating pain of a knife slicing through my skin and into my body I threw my self back on the bed. Crying and thrashing around uncontrollably.
My side hurt so much, I couldn't even think.I needed Oliver.
"I need to see him." I told the doctor, my voice cracking. His name was Dr. Jay, and frankly he looked like an alien bird from another dimension.
The doctor sighed and went into the hallway, returning with a black wheelchair for me, since walking
might tear the wound open again.Okay so this chapter sucked but I wanted to get to the point, and I think I might to a second update today! (Woah two in one day) so I can show Ya'll the story is going to get better. Oh and I promised LESLIE I would dedicate this chapter to her, so here you go LESLIE!
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Broken Beauty
Misteri / ThrillerOliver sat alone at lunch. He only had one friend, some kid he hadn't talked to since 4th grade book club. He didn't mind his lack of friends. He liked being alone. He spent his days reading the same book, over and over. Daisy was beautiful. Footbal...