Why Me

Chapter 4

I wake up and stare at a very bright light. I glare to try to keep it out of my eyes. I hear faint murmurs that turn into voices. "She's up. Contact Dr. Ellison!"

"Where am I?" I sit up, but am held down by straps. I panic and start to scream and shake. "Help! Someone she's got me!" Three people put their hands on me and whisper comforting things to me... Well at least they may think it is comforting. "Don't touch me! Get away! Help!"

Two men walk through the doors and into my room. "It's okay. Don't worry. We are here to help you!"

The other walks over to me and sits on my bed. "Trust him! It's okay don't worry! You are safe." I recognize his face. Will.

"What are they doing to me? Will they hurt me?" I look around at all the faces.

"Sir you need to leave!" A man grabs Will by the arm and starts pulling him to the door.

"Wait no!!" I push against the straps. "Come back!"

"It's ok dear..." The lady next to me says.

"No it's not!! You are all going to kill me! Will! Help!" A man pins me down on the table. I look over at my arm just to see a sharp pointy thing go into my arm. "No wait stop... Please!" I get really drowsy. My eye lids close. What just happened?

I wake up and ten people stare at my face. I sit up, this time there are no straps. "How are you feeling?" A woman beside me asks. I turn to look at her and just nod my head. "Well that's good." She stands up and grabs her radio. "Dr. Blackwell. Patient xx157 is awake and is waiting for you."

About a minute later a tall man walks through the door. I tense up and sit back. "It's okay. Don't worry I'm only here to help." I watch his every step as he walks closer. "How are you today?"

I stare at him and he stares right back. "I'm fine." I lie. I'm not fine! I don't know where the heck I am! I don't know who these people are! Or if they are trust worthy!

"Okay. That's great. We are going to go and do somethings to make sure you are okay." The woman that was just with me rolls me out of the room and down the hallway. We enter a darkish room where she covers my body from head to toe in a heavy tarp.

"Okay. This is the x-ray. It shows us if you have any broken bones." She walks away and around a corner. A machine above me scans me as I tense up again. "Just relax!" She shouts from where she stands. I loosen up and trust her. She comes back around the wall and pushes me back to the original room I was in.

After all the "tests" they did, the doctor came back and told me I was fine and that he would go make some phone calls to set up a living arrangement for me.

"Well I made some calls," he said when he came back.m, "there is a family who would love to take you into their home for as long as you need." That one sentence was the exact sentence that the foster center said to me right before they shipped me to hell with Stacey.