*Violet's pov*
I looked down at myself.
I was in a white hospital gown, stood in the middle of a road with nothing on my feet but black socks.
I spun in a circle and looked around me. Nothing but desolation, the sky was grey and glass and broken wood littered the area.
I followed the road and creased my eyebrows in frustration. The scene hadn't changed just a barren area with a road straight ahead.
I felt quite brain washed on how I got here, the last I remember was being held in a hospital bed.
It didn't take long for my mind to become curious and start picturing scenarios in my head.
The many thoughts of how I got here became my main priority. I walked until one particular thought got me.
What if I had died, the very thought send a shiver down my spine. I rubbed a hand across tattoos placed from my hand and upwards. [I had a few tattoos littering across my leg along to my thigh also. I didn't have allot.]
I shivered and looked in the sky I saw nothing but clouds, no sun. I stopped before a clutter of glass on the road.
I looked down to find out my appearance, black rings had been painted around my eyes.
I furrowed my eyebrows and held a palm to my forehead, this can't be real.
All I could think was walk and that is what I did.
I saw a dark figure in the distance, resembling a human.
My eyes widened and I yelled, "hey!"
They didn't move, they just turned their back too me.
I ran a hand through my knotted dark hair and shifted on my feet. I decided on approaching them.
I reached them, they wore a black cloak, looked like some sort of gothic getup.
I placed a hand on their shoulder momentarily "uh" I hadn't planned what I was going too say.
They whipped around and revealed them self.
The sight made me startle but in this moment, I realised I was just dreaming.
He let out a hellish cackle as I stepped back and wrapped my arms across my rib cage.
"This isn't a dream, I'm afraid" the reaper paused, turning fully too face me.
A shiver ran along my spine at I caught his .. deathly look.
I furrowed my eyebrows, still in complete denial. This can't be real, Where am I?.
"This is certainly is real" death claimed "you're still on earth but right here, your soul is right before me"
"Am I dead?" I shakily exhaled.
"Not yet, I wanted you but it's not your time" he pointed a bony finger to me.
"why?" I breathed out.
"That is for you to figure out, ask yourself. Why should you be alive."
I furrowed my brows and rethought. So long I wanted death but maybe it was time to focus on the things worth living for.
"We will meet again in another time" he turned around, whipping his cloak. Within that it all went black.
I sat up drawing out a long gasp. I placed a hand on my heart and blinked rapidly.
White walls, white sheets I was covered in. I brushed away that awfully confusing.. dream?.
I shook my head and slowly lifted myself of the bed. A few wires were injected in my arm and wrapped around my finger.
A wire was positioned in my nasal, assisting my lungs but I pulled it out.
I pulled all my wires out and the machine started frantically beeping, alarming doctors.
I dropped my hands to my side and threw my head back, sighing.
"For fuck sake" I mumbled and on time a doctor entered.
"You have to rest.." she picked up the clipboard from the end of my bed "violet...if I have permission to call you that" she smiled.
"Yeah?, but thanks for the assistance but I'm leaving" I said bluntly.
I pressed my feet on the cold marble floor. My balance was unsteady and my eyesight momentarily clouded over.
"That's not a good idea" she hummed rushing to my side.
I sat back down and pulled my socks up "how long have I been out?"
She checked the clipboard "26 hours, to be exact"
My eyes widened "fuck..' I palmed my forehead.
"You received quite a hit to your head and damaged your ribs and potentially your lung" she flicked her eys from her clipboard to me.
She held her watch to get eye "You passed out around 2:46 am then we resuscitated you for 2:50. After we had a healthy heart rate we induced you into a little recovery sleep, coma if you prefer"
"Could you just give me a hand standing and show me to the bathroom, please?" I looked up at her and sighed into my hands.
She unattached the needles properly and assisted me up.
I was lead into the hallway and I was told directions, she didn't need to come because I was stable enough.
I pushed the door too the bathroom open and locked it behind.
I wandered too the mirror before the sink.
A bruise had settled at the top of my cheekbone. On the right side of my head stitches had seemed to have been applied in a cross form.
Bruises formed on my knees, from what I remember, falling to my knees out of my car. At the crash.
Dull dark shadows even appeared under my eyes. "Fuck" I tugged my fingers through my dark knotted hair.
I splashed water on my face and cringed as the lukewarm water touched the wounds and tiny open scratches on my face. I walked out, wiping my face with a dry blue paper towel and threw it into the closest bin.
I trailed along the hallway, remembering my way back.
People in subtle blue uniforms passed me every so often, mostly with their nose buried in the papers attached to a clipboard.
I rounded up near my corridor but I looked through the window of a certain room out of curiosity.
A familiar face sat at the edge of his bed with a hand at each side of him. In full clothes, a yellow jacket and all.
I looked down at myself and frowned. I was just wearing a hospital gown and my black dms that I shoved on earlier.
I rubbed my arm and peered at the boy. I held my arm to the door and pushed it open, silently slipping into his room.
His head hung low as he stared aimlessly at the ground, frowning. I approached him with a blank mind, I didn't know what too say.
"looks like theres a nightmare in your head.."
C
recommends song: don't fear the reaper -ptv cover
