CHAPTER 4: its my turn......I guess not

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When I woke up I was in a very bright room.

It hurt my eyes it was so bright.

I looked around and found a machine beside me and it kept beeping it was so annoying.

That's when it all came back to me and for the first time in 3 years I cried my eyes out. I started sobbing so hard I was shaking.

Then a nurse with brown hair and the most beautiful violet eyes I have ever seen walk in my room I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

When I looked at her she had the one look that I have always wanted to avoid....

Pity.

I hated that look so much.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I couldn't hold in all the rage I had built up after all these years.

I didn't mean to take it all out on her I just couldn't help it.

I reached over beside the bed and grabbed whatever was in my reach and started throwing things at her while screaming at her.

"GET OUT!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE"

"DON'T COME BACK"

"I DON'T NEED YOU I DON'T NEED ANYONE!!!"

She quickly ran out of my room and I instantly calmed down.

I remember why I'm in here and I instantly get angry again.

I rip the IV out of my arm and unhook all the stupid cords they have on me and of coarse me being me I get tangled in the cords and end up with my head behind my butt somehow....

After I'm out of the cords. I'm about to leave when another nurse walks in.

"Ma'am you don't throw---oh! Miss you need to get back in bed"

"No I need to go get him"

"Go get who?"

"Him"

"Um miss we should run some more tests on you now if if you would please get back---"

"If you finish that sentence I will throw your machine at you."

I can't believe I just said that oh well I need to get out of here.

I walk out of the room and started running home. I knew what I was going to do and hopefully I made it out alive and he didn't.

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Authors note: hey sorry its been awhile having some trouble in life and school but I'll update more often as long as you........

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