The Emptiness She Holds

Hospitals suck

Chapter 12: Hospitals suck

"Wake the hell up!"
I jumped up shaken by the loud voice that boomed through the house

I winced as I moved slowly scared to open the Newly sowed wounds from last night

The door was busted open as the scent of dust and mold was sent towards me

My lungs acting up immediately sending a coughing frenzy through my body

"Shut the fuck up" he yelled harshly as he stomped over to me and grabbed my matted hair pulling me off the stack of books I made as a makeshift bed which concluded in being toppled over when I was dragged on the dirt stained floor

A vulture scream racked through my body

"I told you I wanted my breakfast made at 6 o'clock sharp in the morning. It's 6:05!"

Groaning I stood up on my wobbly legs and bowed "I'm sorry I'll make it right away" my groggy voice cracking slightly

He grabs me by the neck and shoves me out of the attic then pushes me down the stairs. pain instantly swirls through my body as I embrace for impact and crash on the wooden floor, splinters instantly sticking into my skin
I then hear him walk back into the hall leading to his room
I look down to see my wound open on my stomach as blood rushes down

*present*
My eyes flash open as I look around and notice everything is white

Hospitals tools decorated the room with pictures of organs and children

A heart monitor right next to me as an IV needle is embedded in my wrist

Feeling my body go stiff as I recall the past, the torture running deep through my body with the scars tainting me as every remark of the past haunts me with flashbacks not at all relieving me one bit

I look down and notice Im in a hospital gown that reaches down to my knees

I lift the front of the gown and a sigh of relief passes through me as I notice my under garments were left on and the makeup to cover my scars had remained in tact

I gazed over the room until I spotted the clock

12:47

'Our mission starts at midnight' ryans voice rings through my head

Fuck

I throw the sheets off and inspect how bad my injury is
I'm bandaged up but I'll manage

I stand up slowly not wanting to get dizzy from my sudden movements

I see my phone laid on a stack of clothing in the corner on a desktop and walk over to it

Dialing Ryan I grab my clothes and rush to the bathroom as the phone rings I take off the gown and slip on the black t-shirt that comes along with a pair of black denim shorts and white hospital slippers

The phone goes to voicemail
"Ryan you motherfucker answer" I muttered as I exit the bathroom anxiously looking around for an exit

I click the call again button and it rings
The door is one exit but that leads to the hallway and surely I'll be caught, even if I walk into another hallway
Contemplating my choices i look at the window near the hospital bed
Grunting in frustration I dash to the window and open it hopefully it's not too tall...

I brace myself for the height as my eyes finally look down
OH MY- oh I'm on the first floor

'Drama queen' my subconscious snarks at me