Authors note: Italic is her thoughts:)
"Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell" my mom sang at the top of her lungs. My dad loved her voice, but hated classic rock, and insisted the only way he would let my mom play it, is if she sang along... loudly. "Black velvet and that little boys smile" I sang loudly. "What have you done to our daughter?"my dad said "it's not my fault I like classic rock dad it's moms" I said loud enough to counteract the loud stereo in the car. "When did this become my fault?! If anything blame it on Alannah Myles" my mom retorted. "HENRY WATCH OUT!!!" I heard my mom scream. The headlights of the oncoming car blinding me I close my eyes and hear my mom screaming and then she stopped everything stopped I wasn't just closing my eyes I blacked out I woke up to my dad screaming and crying which I had never heard him do "MARIE WAKE UP PLEASE HONEY DONT DO THIS TO ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SWEETY OPEN YOUR EYES..gosh there's so much blood.HONEY YOU HAVE TO W-W-WAKE U-UP FOR ME P-PLEAS___" I saw my dad fall limp i try to move but I can't I look down at my legs and I look up I'm in the middle of the street there is a mad with a syringe he runs at me with it "AHHHHH PLEASE PLEASE DONT KILL ME PLEASE" I say " You'll die alone if you don't leave" he says he starts to charge at me I scream
"Ahhhhh!!!!! huh? ah! my head ah ." I winced It was a dream. An adaptation of a memory, but it felt so real and what did that man mean "I'll die alone if I don't leave" what I'll die alone if, if I stay at the hospital? That makes sense though right? I'm probably going to die anyway why, why am I dying here when I could die out there? with the fresh air, and no beeping noises, or PA systems going off. Mabye I could even live mabye I just need fresh air, what if I have the strength to go on after that, to do another bag of chemotherapy? I could do that, but how? they'll notice as soon as I leave there is no way they would let me outside. I don't care anymore I don't care if they find me but I just have to get outside. No matter what it takes.
I have a lot of wires hooked up to me so I just have to take them out. "Eh-Ow" alright I'm bleeding pretty bad last thing is the wire that Connects to the heart monitor when I take that out I have to run. Let me see if I can stand first.
I sit up on the edge of the bed, and but my right foot on the ground it feels numb, like I haven't walked in a while. I stand up holding onto the sides of the bed. I have to run. I breathe in and out and before I know it, I'm running. Blood dripping down my arm, hospital gown stained with blood. From a passerby's perspective, I looked like I just came out of a mental hospital.
I run to the elevator considering I haven't walked in a while and there is no way I can make those stairs. I press the button, and I get lucky no one is on the elevator. As the elevator doors close I hear my heart monitor going off in the other room, and see some nurses running. I hide behind the closing doors.
Mabye they think I've been kidnapped
The elevator doors open again, and I'm in the lobby. The hospital has a physic ward, ob/gyn, children's center, and a emergency room. I turn the corner and see a red exit sign above a metal door. I try to walk nonchalantly but if anyone looked at me for longer than a second they would notice something was off, particularly my arms they were bloodied and bruised from the IVs.
I walked swiftly hoping no one would see me, I was lucky again. The door is unlocked but it's hard to open because I'm so weak. As I walk outside, the fresh air hits my nose hard, it almost makes me feel lightheaded. The pavement is hot on my feet which have been cold for far to long. The hospital is in the middle of the city. There are coffee shops, stores, small businesses, and big businesses all around. One in particular catches my eye "Pluto's planetarium" I walk towards it slowly, I realize I am getting weaker and weaker
mabye this was a bad idea.
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