Gone

"Someone help me cause the memory convinced itself to tear me apart" 13

Snap, snap, snap, bang, snap, crunch. 

I pushed my body weight was far against the small hill as I could. I saw a rock and threw myself down at it, making my head smash into it. I knew it wasn't the rock that was warm and gooey. When I slammed my head down I heard a shattering noise. 

"Mom, c'mon I wanna go to Janie's party though!" 

"I don't care, Alyssa!" The mom sighed. 

"Mom, I really - mom, what's that?" The crunching and noises stopped. The music paused. "Mom, seriously, what is that?" Her voice trembled beneath its weight.

"What, Alyssa? It's probably an animal. We're in the woods, for god's sake." Her mother sounded slightly scared too.

"Mom, I think it's a person." There was crunching toward me, but I couldn't see. My face swelled up quickly. There was a loud scream. 

"Oh my gosh!" It was the mom who said it. "What's your name, are you okay? What happened?" She touched my head. "Who did this? Alyssa call 9-"

"Already on it, mom."

The mother tried to have me talk but I only managed to wisper a couple of words: "One Direction ..... Andrea ... me." 

"Mom, that's Andrea McDonald! She was kidnapped with One Direction! She was the woman I was talking about yesterday when we watched..."

The blackness took hold of me, and I welcomed death's hand to his kingdom. 

There was consistent beeping. The alarm clock, I knew it. Work. Ugh. I reach for the snooze, but missed. Slapping around the table, finally made me open my eyes. 

White light burned my cornea. The light's were open, showing a beautiful horizon. I looked around. There was a update board, saying, "Hello! Your nurse for today is ..." and 'Katie' filled in bubbly letters. Under the nurse part was, "On this scale, what is your pain? 1 - Feeling good, 2 - No pain, 3 - Little pain, 4 - Uncomfortable pain, 5 - Painful, 6-7 - Hurts a lot, 8 - Hurts so bad, 9 - Almost unbearable, 10 - Unbearable, help me!"

There was a television set in the middle of the room, only for me. The door was large and wooden, under the television. People passed by. A doctor in white hair passed.

I was in the hospital. That was just a dream, though .... wasn't it? What happened? I closed my eyes and focused on my body. Between my legs hurt badly, number 6-7 on the chart. My stomach hurt, a 3 on the chart. My head was worst. 8 and 9  but definetly a 10. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but no one was there, so I shut it. What happened to cause me all this pain? What could've possibly happened? 

My hand skimmed down the bed side, until I found the remote for the television, the kind with the nurse's call beneath it. I pressed it, until it beeped. 

After a couple of minutes an annoyed nurse walks into the room, holding a milk carton. She looked up, and dropping the carton, and looked amazed. I turned around, but my legs hurt terribly. "I'll - I'll get the doctor." The nurse picked the milk up, and ran out of the room. Soon, a young man walked into the room, smiling. 

"Ms. McDonald. How nice of you to finally join us." He sat in the chair and crossed his legs. On top of his lap, he placed his crossed hands. "How are you feeling? Feel free to use the chart." He held a clip board tightly.