Maybe It Wasn't Such A Bad Thing I Came Here

Wing B

'One of you turds is bout to get smacked in the mouth if you don't keep it down!

What are you looking at you dirty old skank?

What are you looking at Pop-eye?

What are you looking at you piece of road trash?

What are you looking at? Geez I can smell you from over here!

One of you turds is bout to get smacked in the mouth if you don't keep it down!

What are you looking at you dirty old ska-'

I groan and grab my phone; the loud ringtone did not go well with a bad hangover.

"Hello?" I answered my phone. Most people would make fun of my ringtone, but I liked it since it reminded me of Sean and me.

"Good morning, this is Julia calling for an Ms.Avery Hall?" A bright peppy voice was on the other line. I never was a big fan of peppy people. They always got annoying with all their pep! Who has that much pep anyways?!

"Yeah this is she." I stated simply not interested.

“Sorry to wake you so early, but I was told to call you down here." She said perky.

Uhh make her "Shut up." I said the last part out loud.

 "Excuse me?" She said with an attitude.

Oh so she is that type of person! Someone who only acts perky! Well guess what! I can do that to!

 "Okay so like where am I needed?" I asked mocking her.

"At the hospital on 34th Street." She stated annoyed. This is fun.

"Okayyyyy! So like I will be down there in like less then an hour alrighty?" I asked with a fake smile even though she couldn't see it. Julia hung up before we said good-bye.

"Uh rude much?!" I yelled at my phone.

I texted Sean telling him to meet me at my car in thirty minutes. I didn't dare drop my phone since I knew Sean would reply fast. BING! Ha-ha told ya!

I hopped in the shower washed my body and hair and got out. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked over to my mirror where all my make up was at. I applied a thin amount of black eye liner on and 'too much to count' coats of mascara. A lot of people think my eye lashes are fake but they aren't.

I dressed in a white V-neck and jean shorts. I went over to my jewelry box and put on my Pandora bracelet and my A necklace that I got for my birthday when I was turning thirteen.

Moving on to my hair, which is blonde with semi brown highlights. It is normally wavy unless I straighten it. If I don’t straighten it annoys me, Sean thinks it’s cute though, so I leave it wavy. I clomp down the stairs and grab my messenger bag before walking out the door, locking it behind me.

The air was chilly, and it bit at my bare arms, and sent my hair whipping at my face. The sky was an ominous gray, with no blue peaking through. I loved this weather but today it felt weird. Like something was going to happen.

I shiver and shake the thought away, no use thinking un- happy thoughts.

Sean was 5 minuets late, but I didn’t expect him to be standing there when I opened the door. He had ear phones in and sweat was dripping off his tan arms. He wore black basketball shorts and no shirt, with a hoodie un- zipped, so I could see his amazing wash board abs. my breath catches and I silently cursed my self, I wasn’t supposed to think that about my freaking best friend, was I ?

He yanks his ear phones out and walks up the drive way stopping a foot away. “What’s up sweetie?” he asks looking down at me. My brain struggles to make a sentence or even a word. But I’m good at covering things up so say the first thing that comes to my mind.

“EW, you are all sweaty!” I scoff poking his stomach. Oh yeah great cover up.

He chuckles though and walks closer, I back up a step. “That I am… I know what will make it better though… a big fat…. Hug!” he says grabbing at me, I dodge him the first time but he is to fast and catches me before I can run away. I squeal as he squeezes me getting his nasty sweat on me.

“EWWW!! Put me the fuck down you dummy!” I scream trying to wiggle free.

He laughs and lets me go. “I‘m sorry, you are just so pretty I couldn’t help my self!” he says in his defense. I shake my head.

“What ever! Just get ion the car, I have to go up to the hospital.” I say it shakily though. He looks at me with his head cocked and a sorry expression on his face. He knows I hate the hospital ever since my grandma died there when I was 8. Cancer was one of my biggest fears because of it. I know silly fear; it’s not even the death I fear. I’m not scarred of death. It just a part of life. But the part where you get so sick your hair falls out and you can’t help yourself, you’re pretty much a vegetable. That’s what scares me.

I shiver and start the car.

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“I was told I needed to come down here?” I ask the lady behind the insanely clean desk. I assumed this was Julie. She looked nothing like I thought she would have, a blond in about her mid twenties, popping bubble gum with bright pink lip stick.

Instead she was a plump woman with short brown hair pulled up into a stubby ponytail; she wore scrubs and no lip stick. Wow, I had been so wrong!

I smother a laugh and she glares at me. Julie eyes me looking me up and down then resting her eyes on Sean, she plasters on a fake smile, showing her crooked teeth. “Yes, in wing B on the second floor, Doctor Mason needs to see you, some urgent news I believe.” She fake peps.

My eyes widen and my heart stops. I can’t breath and the world spins. Wing B is where they told me my Grandma died. That was the lost cause wing. Where people beyond repair go, or people who were so sick they can’t be saved. I fight to keep control. Why were they asking for me there?

I force myself to turn and face Sean, his eyes are sad as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. He knows, I have told him everything. Every nasty detail of the time I was lost in the land of dark gray. He was the only one who could bring me out of it. I can’t go back to the gray. I won’t.

With his help I manage to get up to the second floor, and check in. they send us down a hall to a plain brown wood door. Behind it I assume the doctor is sitting at a desk, stacked with papers and reports of people who couldn’t bare life any longer. The thought was depressing.

I knock and the door swings open.

“Come in, you must be Avery. You might want to sit down.” The doctor says. She is a tall woman in her mid forties, she wore a lab coat and she had many frown wrinkles on her forehead. Her tone was sad but not as if she actually felt it. It didn’t quit reach her eyes, almost did though.

“Why? What happened!?” I demand my voice rising slightly. Sean puts a hand on my arm but I shake it off. “Tell me!”

  “Please sit. Then I will tell you everything.” She pleads aggravation hanging on to the edges of her voice.

I cross my arms, “I’m fine standing.”

“Ok then, last night we received a 911 call from a man, he said he saw a car wreck. It flipped three times before landing on its top, the ambulance got there and the woman on the passenger side was already dead, she died on impact. The driver, a man, was in critical condition. His skull fractured and his lungs were punctured filling with blood. The ambulance rushed him here; he lived for 2 hours before dying on the operating table. The man and woman were identified as John, and Linda Hope, your parents.”

She said more but I didn’t hear it. All the noises ran together. Nothing was working. My ears my mouth, my feet. Nothing. The last coherent thing I heard was a little girl’s blood curdling scream, before the world went black.