Saving Ally

Chapter 36

Picture of Ally!

--Ally Christian

     I can hear the voices of the people around me. I never thought I would hear the voices of people again. I never thought I would still be able to think. Obviously what I did didn't work out the way I thought it would've.

     I slowly open my eyes and stare at the dark ceiling. I look around the dim room, but I don't see any people; I hear them, though. They must be in the hallway. I look at the window which is covered by some blinds. The sun still attempts to push its rays of light through the window, but fails miserably, like me failing at life and death. I look down at my limp arms, but all I can see are bandages. My body feels numb in a way, but maybe I'm just being weird.

     Someone walks into the room, not looking at me before closing the door behind them. They turn around and go straight to the window, opening it up. "That's so much better," they say. It's a girl with dark skin and very short hair. She's pretty tall and has a raspy and kind of southern yet beautiful voice.

     She starts to hum as she gazes out the window. I can tell she's happy, so I don't want to bother her. I look down at the bandages on my arms. They're kind of bloody, but I can tell I have some stitches underneath them. The girl stops humming and just gazes out the window; looking at the sky.

     "L-lovely d-day we're having," I say gently and quietly. The girl jumps slightly and turns to me quickly.

     "Oh god you're awake! I'm sorry I was just lookin' out the window," she scrambles to find her words.

     "S-so I s-see," I say, smiling.

     "I'm Mrs. Hall, but you can call me Jill," she says, smiling back. She looks pretty young, about in her twenties. "I'm new. I just started working here last week and I'm still getting used to it. Some people think I'm too young to be here, just 'cause I'm twenty-one."

     "You're t-twenty-one?" I ask, as she walks over to me and carefully starts to take off my bandages.

     "Mhm, but I'm good at what I do. Plus, I love talkin' to new people. 'Course, it's kinda creepy when you know their name and age and all that stuff," she giggles quietly. "Keep yo' arm limp I don't wanna hurt ya, darling."

     Once she takes the bloody bandages off, I see the stitches in my arm. They run all the way down to the midpoint of my arm. I stare at them, and we both stay silent. Jill gets an alcohol wipe and tells me that it'll sting. Of course, when she wiped it I didn't feel a thing. She re-wraps my arm carefully with a new bandage, then goes to the other side of my bed and starts to do the same to the other arm.

     "You gotta boyfriend right?" she asks suddenly, not looking at me.

     "Yeah, I d-do," I whisper.

     "Drew?" She says, glancing up at me.

     "Mhm," I say, not wanting to talk about him.

     "He saved yo' life. He's a good boyfriend, a big keeper. He even went to jail for you. Any ol' boyfriend of mine would rather let me die instead of savin' me. You're lucky you got 'em. It's good your goin' after the good guys. Them bad guys'll hurt you and they won't second guess it. Don't get me wrong, my momma tol' me not to go out hangin' with 'em. She tried to raise me real good, but it didn't work."

     "W-wait, Drew w-went to j-jail?" I ask, staring at her.

     "Yeah, somethin' 'bout him breakin' into yo' house."