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Ashley

"Hey. Hey, Ash." Someone whispered.

I heard quiet laughing. Someone poked me. I felt a sharp pain in my arm, making me flinch when the person poked me again.

"Hey, Ash. Look."

They poked my leg, making my leg kick up. There was more quiet laughing. Someone giggled loudly, stomping their feet.

"Awww." They said.

Someone poked my stomach. It tickled so much, my hand instantly grabbed whatever touched me and my eyes flew open. A volcano of anger erupted in me.

"Whoa!" A guy with dark brown hair said.

I let go of his hand. He chuckled, pulling back his hand. He had on a over sized, white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. The shirt had five tally marks on it, four straight and one going across them all. His dark brown hair was swept over his forehead in an attractive way and his eyes shone brightly.

The guy next to him had a mess of curls on his head. They were light brown, almost blonde, and were being pulled back by a black bandanna. He wore a grey tank top that showed off his huge, muscular arms and a pair of khaki shorts. He had a goofy grin and big hazel eyes.

"What's wrong?" The bandanna boy asked, suddenly looking concerned.

Anger pumped through my veins as the dark haired one laughed at me. I tried to calm down, but I was very aggravated. He just poked me, and it hurt.

"Why were you poking me?" I snapped at them.

"Bored." The dark haired one shrugged.

"That doesn't mean you can to touch me." I told him.

"Well!" A boy with dyed hair came in the room, looking a bit disappointed.

The guy's hair was blonde but it looked like he got hit with blue paint on the side of his head. It was like an explosion of blue fading into the blonde. He was extremely pale, scaring me a bit. He wore a black and red flannel shirt and black skinny jeans with rips at the knees. He had light brown eyes with green around the edges, kind of like grassy dirt.

I watched as the colorful haired guy lectured the other two about not going into people's rooms. I looked around the room, soaking in all the decor. Most of it white and it smelled of disinfectant. Then it hit me. I'm in a hospital room.

A hospital room.








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