Being

Part 3

                                                                                        3rd person

  "Wait, there's someone here!" A female police officer says, crouching down next to a young girl. Her brown hair is spread out all around her, her head bobbing in the water. She is wrapped in a towel, but her body is covered with scars and bruises. She is so thin she looks like she could break in two. 

     "Oh," Another officer gasps as he comes into the room. "Is she alive?"

     The first officer leans toward her chest, trying to hear a heart beat, and very, very faintly, there is a soft beating. The officer nods.

     The second officer leans into his radio and says, "Hey, can you send emergency services please. We have a young girl who has fallen into a bath tub."

     As the other officer backs out of the room to give details, the female officer leans in closer to the girl.

     She looks familiar to her somehow, but she doesn't know from where. Before she can dwell on it, the girls eyes flutter open.

                                                                         Adrienne POV

     My eyes open, and I see a police woman standing above me. She looks young and pretty, with a full face and large figure.

      I gasp as my whole body pounds in pain, and suddenly, reality comes back to me. A police are here. They've seen my room. They've seen the house. Sir is going to be so, so mad at me. 

     I must have gasped or made an expression, because the woman standing over me reaches out to pull me up out of the water, telling me it's all going to be okay. But she was wrong. Nothing is ever going to be okay again.

    The next few minutes pass in a blur. Time seems to be blending together, stretching out and shrinking, so I don't really remember what happens. I can recall the flashing blue and red light of the ambulance, but the whole scene was blurred by my tears. I close my eyes as I'm wheeled out on a stretcher, and when I open them again, I'm in a hospital room.

    The sheets are pulled around me, and I'm in a blue hospital gown. There are tiny flowers all over it, and all I can think is that my room looks just like it is in the movies. I have an IV poking in to me, and I quickly draw that out. I hate needles. There's a clamp on my thumb, which I take off to, except that makes a buzzing noise as I drop it, and a nurse comes rushing in.

     He's handsome, with dark features, angled by his anxiety. 

     "You need to have that on, Miss. We have to track your vitals, you are in critical condition." He says clamping the device back on my thumb, gently I notice, before he notices the IV, too.

   "Girl, he says," with sass in his voice," You've barely been awake for 2 minutes and you already want to get out." He smiles playfully at me.

     I laugh, and I feel my cheeks heating up. I haven't laughed in such a long time. That thought sobers me up pretty quick though, and I start to remember everything that's happened. 

     "What's going to happen to me?" I ask quietly. 

    His smile dims and he sighs. 

      "Well, from what I know, a social worker will be coming soon, and then they'll figure out all of the custody  issues." He says.

     "Wait so I'm not going to be staying with my foster family?" I ask, confused.

     "I don't know sweetie, sorry." He says, looking apologetic. "Listen, if you need anything, just click that button, and someone will be here to help you."