Mommies Abused Angel

Chapter 7: Words ment to bring hurt.

                                            After a while of fighting I gained consciousness. It took a while to keep my eyes open they continuesly fluttered. The overwhelming pain was almost completely unbearable. I could feel my muscles aching. I finally managed to keep my eyes open for assuring amount of time.

      I practically had a heart attack.  I opened my eyes and the first thing I see is a woman with a horrifying grin on her face. She stood way over the borderline close to my face, wich made me strangley uncomfortable.  She had orangish-brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. She looked around middle-aged and was very gorgeous.

"Well hello!" She shouted.

         Her high pitched voiced reminded me of Elizabeth. Wich only made me groan I could already feel the headache coming.

               The woman dissapeared from my view and left me alone to stare at the clear white barrier. I placed my hand up to my mouth seeing as I had a oxygen mask. I pulled it from my face and looked around the room. It was filled with alot of medical necessities. Surely I was in a nurses office. I just had no idea why. I sat up from the small bed.

       The nurse was scribbling away at a piece of paper. She tapped the pen on the desk before frustratingly throwing the pen across the room in defeat. She massaged her temples as I stood staring at her in amazement. What happened to creepy happy lady?

          She looked at me and her smile had faded. I can't say I was paticularly a fan of the creepy smile so it didn't really bother me to see it gone. Though I can say she actually looked alot more human like without the huge smile.

    "Sweetie you know your boyfriend was really worried about you he wanted to stay but I didn't let him. Maby you should go tell him your okay. He was kind of worked up." The nurse said staring at me.

I pulled my hands through my damp tangled hair in slight confusion.

"I don't have a boyfriend." I said back to her.

                Surely she had made a mistake.

"Well then who was the nice young man that carried you in here. He pretty much saved your life. If he isn't your boyfriend he should be." She added.

                                          Well, way to be smug lady. I thought and still no one came to mind. Who would want to save me? I mean come on, I'm me.

"He told me his name was um Jameson, Jakeson, something along the lines of that." She added scratching her head with the pencil she picked up from her desk.

"Jason?" I asked.

"Yeah! Thats the guy who saved you. When you passed out you had a hard time breathing. I was on my way but he carried you in here. He's a handsom young man."  She said winking.

       Well to speed this conversation up how about we not tell the obvious.

"I don't see why a pretty young lady li-"

"I don't need a boyfriend! And don't lie to me." I said hopping off of the bed stomping towards the door. She doesn't know crap about me!

"You forgot your pass." She shouted after me.

    I walked back to her desk. She was smirking at me. I snatched the pass from her hands angrily. What the hell is this chicks problem?

"You remind me so much of my sister. She died though." The woman said eyeing me. I felt my shoulders tense and I fidgeted with my pass.