CH 1 NIGHTMARE
It's the same nightmare every night. But unlike ordinary nightmares, this one was real. I can still feel the painful shocks of electricity seeping into my veins and the slicing of blades on my skin. The memories of the punching of a fist into my eyes, ribs, and stomach, the crushing/squeezing of a giant hand around my throat, and more still pounding in my head. I've been back for two days now. Ever since I was rescued, the nightmares don't stop. I woke up in a white hospital room, in a hospital bed, with a hospital ID bracelet on my right wrist. I had a white short sleeved bed shirt, white sweatshirt, fuzzy white socks, and grey sweatpants on; white sheets/a big white comforter were draped over me. I had IVs in both of my hands and ligature burns around my wrists. I was afraid to even see what I looked like, but I had to eventually. I tried to get out of bed, but moaned in pain. My nurses came in. "Hey hey. Easy, easy. No no" they pushed me back down. "Show me what I look like" I whistled out, hoarsely. "I don't think that's a good idea" they said. "I'm not asking." "She's going to see eventually, help her to the mirror" the one nurse said. They sat me up, put their arms around me, and lifted me up off the bed. They supported my weight on them as they walked me into the dark bathroom, and positioned me in front of the mirror. "Are you ready?" They asked. "Yes" I croaked, closed my eyes, and they turned on the light. I opened them. My eyes, cheeks, & lips were bruised and swollen; my throat, stomach, ribs, nose, and back were a deep black and purple. I had ligature marks around my wrists & one of my eyes glowed light purple!!!! "I'm so sorry Sydney." "I think I'm going to be sick" I said, putting my hand over my mouth. One of my nurses grabbed a bucket and handed it to me. I vomited for quite a while and then they helped me lay back down in bed. The doctor came in. "Good, you're awake." He looked at my sad expression. "You saw?" He asked, sadly. "Why didn't you tell me yourself?" "Here" he said, handing me ice packs that I placed on my eye, throat, and stomach. "So now what?" I asked. "I'm going to prescribe sleeping pills and pain medication for you starting tonight, just to be able to get a good night sleep. I'm going to put you on strict bed rest for a whole month."What?!!!" "The nurses will help get you back on your feet. You'll do stretches every day, physical therapy once a week, every Wednesday starting next week. Then it's back to bed after that, no roaming." "That's way too long to be in bed!!!" I complained. "You don't have a choice; you're recovering from internal bleeding from being punched so hard in the stomach; it's either sleep or immense pain. I'd choose sleep if I were you. Get some rest." "But..." "No buts, rest then revenge. Oh, I almost forgot; you'll be taking these for the next couple weeks, or until I think you're ready to ween off of them" he said, putting two pill bottles on my nightstand. But not before taking one out of each bottle, one being pain medication, another a sleeping pill and handing them to me with a glass of water. I frowned, then I popped the pills into my mouth, downing them with a few sips of water. "Stick your tongue out for me" he said, taking out a mini flashlight from his jacket pocket. "Seriously?" I asked, annoyed. "Ya, seriously. I know you, & I know once I leave, you'll hide them in your gums, spit them out, and get zero sleep." "Ugh" I moaned, sticking my tongue out as he shined the light inside. "Say aah." "Aah." "Good, you're clear. See that wasn't so hard, was it?" "Are you going to check every night?" "Yes. Good night Sydney." "Good night" I sadly said. He left.
CH 2 SLEEPING BEAUTY
I was going to make the dumbest mistake after that. I pushed the covers aside and painfully/ slowly slid onto the pillow by the edge of the bed, trying to get comfortable, but ended up falling to the floor. I sonic screamed, getting some of my power back. Although it was incredibly painful. But it would leave again. The doctor and nurses ran back into my room. "Sydney!!! What did I say? You need to call for assistance to move." "I'm sorry" I cried; I was just trying to get into a comfortable position, but I ended up too close to the edge, making me fall." They helped me back into bed. "Well at least your sonic scream is back, which is a good sign. Now please try not to move too much and go to sleep. The sleeping pill should be taking affect anytime now anyway" he said, replacing both of my IV's and they left. He was right. I began to feel very drowsy and sleepy. I curled up in the bed and fell right to sleep. The pill tasted disgusting, getting worse every night going forward. I slept back and forth throughout the month, having nightmares every night. I was so tired all the time, trying to find a way to push them out of my mind. It never worked. I woke up screaming in pain due to my bruised throat. My doctors and nurses ran in. My hands shook, I was sweating profusely, and gasping for air. The doctor put an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth, wiping my face with a wet washcloth. I tightly squeezed my favorite nurses' hands as they held mine. "Breathe" they calmly said. Tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled taking in and releasing air. "It's okay, relax. You're safe here" he said, kissing my forehead as I fell back to sleep.
