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CHAPTER 12: SOMEONE SAVED MY LIFE TONIGHT

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CHAPTER 12: SOMEONE SAVED MY LIFE TONIGHT

Bee-beep ... Bee-beep ... Bee-beep ... Bee-beep ... I really hated the sound of my alarm clock. Whoever invented those damn things, along with the brilliant "powers-that-be" who decided that high school kids should have to start school at seven-thirty in the morning, should all be taken out into the middle of nowhere and shot. I read somewhere that teenagers need at least eight hours of sleep each night, and I didn't know any teenager who got that much. No wonder I felt so tired and groggy now. I probably didn't get nearly enough sleep last night. I tried reaching over to turn off the alarm clock, but my body felt like a dead weight. I couldn't move my arm to smash the "off" button, and I was having trouble opening my eyes. In fact, each time I tried to open my eyes, I felt a searing pain shooting through my temples, and it felt like my whole head was swimming. Was I getting sick again or something? Or was I dying? Damn! Why do I feel so groggy? What's happened to me? If I don't turn off that alarm clock soon, my mother's going to hear it and start screaming at me. The last thing I needed was a beating right before school. I kept trying to move, but to no avail, and that incessant beeping sound wouldn't stop. Something definitely wasn't right here. Was I drinking last night, and this morning I'm hung over? Did I take some of my mother's sleeping pills again? I couldn't really remember. I didn't think I drank anything, and after the last time I took my mom's Demerol, I vowed never to do that again. Something is not right. This is definitely not normal! I was starting to panic. Was I dreaming? What in the hell was going on here? I'd never had this much trouble waking up in the morning. Yeah, this must be some kind of weird dream or something. I'd just have to force myself to wake up and it would all be over. Just wake up, Connor! I tried to wake myself up, but it wasn't working. I took an inventory of my body. I could feel everything right where it was supposed to be, but I didn't seem to have the strength to move. Maybe I was just overly tired and needed to catch up on my rest. Yeah, that was it. I was coming down with another cold or something and just needed to sleep some more. Sleep ... that sounded good. I'd never missed a day of school as far as I could remember, so I could afford to miss one day. Then maybe all of this weirdness would be gone when I woke up. Good idea, Connor! But how was I supposed to get back to sleep with that damn beeping sound? ARGH! Then I suddenly started to notice some strange things. This didn't smell like my room. My room usually had a slightly musty odor, mixed with cigarette smoke from my chain-smoking mother. This place smelled so ... sterile. And this didn't feel like my bed either. It wasn't hard, and actually felt quite comfortable. And it seemed like my alarm had been going off for hours, but my mother hadn't come in to scream at me yet. So if I wasn't at home, where in the hell was I? And then I felt something touching my hand that I hadn't noticed before. Something warm and soft. It felt somehow ... soothing. Whatever was touching my hand started to move ever so gently. I decided to try squeezing it to figure out what it was, and felt it suddenly stop moving. I tried squeezing it again. Then I felt it squeeze back! "Connor ... Connor ..." Why was someone saying my name? Who was in here with me? That definitely wasn't my mother's voice. This voice sounded so gentle, so comforting, and somehow familiar. But I couldn't tell which direction it was coming from. When I tried to focus on it, my head started throbbing with pain. This whole thing was really starting to creep me out. I just wanted to wake up from whatever freakish dream I was having! I felt whatever was touching my hand squeezing harder, so I squeezed back as hard as I could. "Connor ... Connor, can you hear me? Are you awake?" I wanted to scream, "Yes, I'm awake, dammit! But I can't open my eyes and my body isn't working right!" I tried to say something, tried to get whoever, or whatever, was in that room with me to notice. But all that I could manage was a stifled moan. "Mom, I think he's awake. You'd better come in here!" That voice again. Whose voice was that? And why was it calling for "mom"? I didn't want my mother coming in here! She'd definitely start yelling and beating on me, and I wasn't in any condition to defend myself. I wouldn't even see it coming. The next thing I felt was someone pulling my right eye open, and then a bright white light nearly blinding me. I couldn't help but wince and let out a scream, although only a low moan made it out of my throat. "Connor, can you hear me?" This was a different voice now, apparently coming from whoever was shining that damn light in my eye. It was a woman's voice, but it wasn't my mother. It did sound familiar, though. I just couldn't seem to place it. I still felt that warm, gentle pressure on my hand, and tried squeezing it again. My mind was swirling in a million different directions, but something about that pressure on my hand felt so soothing, so familiar. I didn't want it to go away. It was all that was grounding me to reality, or whatever strange place I was currently in. "Mom, he's squeezing my hand!" That voice. I knew that voice ... it was so familiar. I felt my heart jump when I heard it. But I still couldn't figure out how I knew it. I just knew that I liked it. I wanted to hear that voice again. "Connor, can you hear me? This is Maggie." Maggie? Maggie? Where did I recognize that name from? I was racking my brain, but couldn't come up with anything. I felt the pressure on my hand squeezing even harder, and I tried squeezing back just as hard. But I still couldn't seem to open my eyes. It hurt too much every time I tried. And the rest of my body just wasn't cooperating. "Connor, it's me, Ryan. Can you hear me? Please open your eyes!" Ryan? Ryan? Why did that name seem so familiar? Think, Connor, think! And then it suddenly came flooding back to me, like a dam in my mind had broken and the water all came gushing out, starting to wash away the cobwebs. It was Ryan! I knew him! And he was here! But why was he here? What was wrong with me? I finally managed to force my eyes open, but everything was blurry. I could barely make out two faces looking at me. I tried talking, but the only sounds that came out of my mouth were garbled grunts and moans. I heard Maggie's voice again. "Ryan, get him some water, please." I felt the cup against my mouth, and swallowed the soothing liquid in small gulps. It felt incredibly refreshing, like I hadn't drunk anything in days. When I felt the last drops trickle down my throat, I moaned again. Just a few seconds later, the cup was pressed against my lips again, and I greedily drank it down. I never thought water could taste so good. "Wh-where am I?" I asked, my hoarse voice barely above a whisper, my eyes still having trouble focusing. All I could see were the blurry faces in front of me, and an almost blinding white light. "You're in the hospital, sweetie," Maggie said. "You were beaten up pretty badly." And then I remembered what had happened to me. My mother and that disgusting man standing in my doorway, leering at me. The beating ... the rape ... OH MY GOD! The shame was almost too much to bear. As soon as Ryan knew what had really happened to me, he definitely wouldn't want to be with me again. They'd all leave me again ... alone. As my mind began to clear more and more, the blurry faces in front of me coming into focus, I felt the panic begin to set in. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and I could barely suppress the need to puke. I could feel what must have been Ryan's hand clinging to mine, but it was doing nothing to calm me down. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want him touching me. I could see the worried expression on his face, and I could hear him trying to say something to me, but I couldn't make out the words. I just wanted to get out of there. I had to get out of there! But my body wasn't cooperating. I couldn't stop shaking. And then I couldn't hold back the nausea any longer, and I felt my stomach heaving, throwing up all over myself. "Ryan, stand back for a minute," Maggie said with a tone of authority. "He's having another panic attack." I felt him let go of my hand, and I turned my head slightly to see Maggie injecting something into the IV that was attached to my arm. "Connor, this is going to help you calm down and get some sleep. We'll be here when you wake up. Try to calm down, honey. Everything's going to be alright now," she said in a soothing voice. But it wasn't going to be alright. Everything was a mess. I just wanted them all to go away, especially Ryan. I couldn't see him now. But at the same time, I didn't want him to go. Everything was just so ... confusing. And then I felt the grogginess coming back and couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Within a few more seconds, I was once again consumed by darkness.