Anne-Maria (Completed)

Unfamiliar Person

My body was there, and I wasn't in it. I could see my face, I could see myself, without a mirror. I was my mirror. I pushed through the people, but I could've gotten through without doing so, noticing how I simply was able to go through them with ease. I sat down on my knees next to myself, or my body, and wondered if I had died. I looked at my head and noticed blood. I can't be dead, not yet! 

I realized that no one could see me, or the state I was currently in. After a few moments, the teacher pushed through the crowd and noticed my body. I was in tears at this moment, I couldn't believe that I let myself die of dehydration like this. Kevin pulled out his phone that he always had in his pocket, and called 911. While we all were waiting for their arrival, my older brother and mom were called to the school. My mom and brother's work was farther away. They both worked at a high school, my mom being a school nurse, and my brother being a teacher "in training". I ran along with Kevin, who was holding my body. He was stronger than I had thought, running with my heavy body like that. He was mumbling to himself, I couldn't exactly hear. 

As we were passing the bathrooms, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, what I looked like. I stopped, shocked. I looked so different. I had short, boyish hair and was wearing a nice white and teal shirt, that was tucked in to a skirt, supported by a petticoat. I was wearing boots and had white tights. I had a white rose tucked into my shirt pocket. The body I couldn't recognize was being pulled by a force I was unfamiliar with. I was pulled back to my body by something, I couldn't see what and was running next to Kevin again. What was going on? 

We got to the office and the ambulance arrived to the school and pulled up next to the office, which was located right next to the parking lot. I wiped my face, and felt my forehead once again, noticing that my head was still bleeding. I grabbed a napkin before being pulled to my body that was being pushed into an ambulance. I climbed onto the back of the ambulance and held on for dear life, or whatever was happening to me, while we sped down the streets to the hospital. When we arrived, so was my mom and Brother, Helena Young, and Tim Young. My brother could drive, being 28 years old, but my mom decided to pick him up this morning at his house, across the street from ours. 

Tim and my mom were almost in tears, Tim was more panicked than sad though. He had a history with medicine and stuff like that since he is married to someone who is a doctor. I started to feel like I was fading away, but I held on to this stupid body I was in a little longer. The doctors rushed me into the room, figuring that I had just fainted from dehydration and getting hit with a soccer ball. The cut I had received was from one of the little hexagons that were falling off on the soccer ball. One of the doctors cleaned the small little cut with a rag and rubbing alcohol and another doctor was getting ready to check my eyes.  I rushed up to my body and felt my heart and let out a sigh of relief, I was alive. My heart was beating in a steady rhythm, which the doctor who was about to check my eyes already discovered. I looked at my face, as the other doctor, who was a very tall woman with red hair, backed away. The short man, opened up my eyes and flashed on the light than let out loud scream, loud enough to hear all the way down in the last room of this corridor. I looked at my other eye and screamed myself. Where was the pupil of my eye? It was missing, but I couldn't think to much about this sudden discovery because I felt myself slipping away from this body I possessed. I looked at my small dainty hands that were beginning to become translucent. My vision began to blur and the white rose's petals were falling, and as the last petal fell, I fell with it.