If only I could think right.
The unending amount of attention I'm getting in this white room is overwhelming.
I don't get it.
What happened? Why did this happen? What did I ever do to deserve such tragic events to happen to me that I cant even process my own memories?
I don't like this. Not knowing what is happening to my own body that I should have control over, is stressing me out. As you can tell, I am NOT enjoying this.
What is this feeling in my gut? Is it guilt? Sickness? The sense that something bad is going to happen-
"ahem. Ma'am" I heard a male voice say. "Yes?" I need to respond as quick as I can to cover up any internal thoughts or feelings I just had. "It appears you got in a crash in the ambulance on the way to the hospital." I deeply sighed and said under my breath, "No way. I didn't know." Apparently he heard that because a few seconds later he clears his throat and says the following, "you had 7 surgery's done, and you have been asleep since Friday February 8th at 11 pm." I suddenly felt my muscles tighten up, and I feel a bolt of pain go through my leg. "ow.... What day is it today?" I asked.
"Today is November 3rd at 8 am." The doctor said.
Crap.
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Junior Killer
Mystery / Thriller"Chop Chop. I don't have all day" My instructor scolded me. Yes you do. All you do is sit on your bum 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. No wonder you have absolutely no buttocks fat. It's wierd to think of you with butt fat in general...
