Silencer

Chapter 2

It was all so fast that Sara could barely comprehend what was happening.  The sound of screeching brakes, the feeling of her lurching forward, the near-by tree with low hanging branches, and a strong hand slamming into her chest in a last attempt to keep her from flying out.

The other car came too fast to see the people inside.  Sara let out a scream of pure terror as her head made powerful contact with the glass-covered dash board.

Silence......

Darkness....

Sara-beth's POV

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"Sara?" A rush of pain exploded in the form of fireworks in my head. "Sara, sweetheart are you awake?" The voice asked again as another 5-iron of pain gave a swing at my head. I groaned in response to the prson's nagging questions. It only made it worse though as the scream for another person quickly ensued. It sounded feminine.

'Sara?' Now this voice I knew.

'Carmen?' I could hardly think over the pain. 'Carmen what happened?'

'I'm not exactly sure myself. I've been trying to gather as much information as possible ever since you were technically out of your coma. All I know is that their was a head on collision, and I think you've been out of it for a good two weeks.' She responded

'What? But I can't even drive who was at the wh-' Oh my God.

I instantly lurch up into a sitting position; ignoring the chorus of pain coming as a crescendo through my body.
"WERE'S JANE?!?!" I try to shout as a flabbergasted group of nurses and my mom try to calm me down. But I can't shout, I can't even speak. They try to pin me to the bed, and fail, until one of the doctors came in. In his hands was a small syringe with a clear liquid inside. He smiled at me before setting it down on the table.
"Now, before we tell you anything, we have to make sure your motor functions are still in tacked."

He then proceeded to give me a number of stupid tests without telling me anything about Jane. He made me follow his finger with my eyes, squeeze his hands, and a ton of other useless tests; all while keeping that sickening smile on his face. He said that I had to get an MRI and a psychiatric evaluation. After explaining this all to me he sat me back down in the bed.

""Now Sara-Beth, as for you physical injuries; you have a dislocated shoulder, three fractured ribs, and a severe comminuted fracture to your skull where your head was pierced by a tree branch. That's one of the reason we want to give you the psychiatric evaluation, because there's a great possibility of internal damage to your Frontal and Temporal lobe. Your jaw was severely damaged when you made impact with the dash, and you won't be able to speak until after surgery and some speech classes are taken so you can learn how to preform basic speaking motor skills again. Until then, we feel it would be best for you to leave the medical bandages on. I would like to stress that there will be some form of  disfiguration or discoloration were the main factor took place. But I assure you we have some of the best surgeons in the state working here; so you have nothing to worry about"
My hand instinctively flew to my cheek. My mouth and jaw were covered with thick, scratchy bandages from the base of my neck up to just above the edge of my nose. It confused me as to why they wanted me to leave them on; even though most of the cuts and bruises must have healed somewhat.
How bad can my face actually look?

I wish he would stop giving me that ridiculous smiling face. I can't stand it. It just, seems so out of place for a situation like this. I don't even now why it bothers me so much; but it just is so annoying.

As if he read my mind, his face quickly changed to a neutral setting.  He looked over to my mom; she nodded and quickly placed a hand on my shoulder. I felt a chill run up and down my spine and I had the want to shrug her hand off me, but I didn't

"Now, as for Jane," He paused and stared at his lap for a minute like he was trying figuring out what to say, like he's never talked to a kid before.
"By the time we got on the scene, she was already in extremely grave condition. She had a horrible number of fracture's to her vertebrae, she had an internal decapitation, and she was completely unresponsive." He spoke slowly and I kept my eyes locked with his. I could see out of the corner of my eyes that he had grabbed the syringe off of the table as my heart began to thump at my ribcage.

"Sara, we tried everything we could, but by the time we got her to the operating room, she was already comatose and she was on a ventilator." I could see other nurses coming into the room. I felt numb, I was praying that he would say something else but I knew that that would never happen.

"She couldn't feel anything." I shook my head and covered my ears. "I don't want to hear anymore." I tried to talk but it came out as incoherent mumbles.

A group of hands landed on my shoulders and forearm, I felt my arms spaz out and shove them away.

'Looks like someone's about to go off her rocker.'Amara taunted me in my own head.
'Shut it, Amara.' This is the last thing I need right now. I can feel the anger and fear rising up inside of my stomach; I feel like I'm going to hurl. I can't breath. When did everything get so crazy? I'm being suffocated by the anticipation of what is going to come out of his mouth. That sick-smiling mouth, I could tear it off.

"Her parents took her off the ventilator last week." He borderline whispered this sentence as if he was terrified to see my reaction.

I lost it, that's all I know. I thought I had maybe just screamed and kicked, but no, no according to my mother. I apparently lunged off the bed and tried run out the door, but a nurse instantly grabbed my arms and kept me locked in their grip. I couldn't control myself as I frantically tried to tear out of his arms. I started to cry when I was pried from the doorway, my mom started crying to. My heart rate was out of control and my breathing became spastic.

The doctor rushed into the madness and stuck the needle-tipped syringe into my neck, My body grew limp and I sank to the floor. The nurse lifted me into the bed before I was engulfed by the sweet escape of sleep. My mom sat next to me all night, crying. I felt terrible when I woke up, but I felt even worse when she told me what happened. I suddenly remembered the news that made me lose it, and felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked at my mom like I was five years old, looking for comfort. She didn't say anything as  she engulfed me in her arms as I cried.