Kissing for the Player

Chapter 14: Pea Shooter and The Macarena

Chapter 14

I woke up in a room with white walls and an annoying beeping sound, for sure this isn’t my room. Good god! This is like in those books; I’m in a hospital. So that wasn’t a dream, my heart raced at the realization because it meant Jake was in here aswell! I couldn’t even get up when a doctor came in, and stared at my unresponsive body in shock.  I mean come on this is a hospital and he’s never seen a miraculous recovery before? He must be an intern! Wait they gave me an intern to a life or death situation? Wow, never going to this hospital again. Which hospital am I in anyway? It’s probably something like ‘we don’t know how to save you hospital’, though that is pretty long so it has to be something like ‘No Saving Here Hospital!’

“Miss, are you alive?”

Right now I should be screaming my head off and saying things like “Really? What do you think? Oh wait you’re a stupid intern working on a person nearly dying! How could you know the difference between dead or alive?” but since he was in charge of that blood-thingy they inject in me, I held back.

So I settled with, “Mmmm, is he alright?” surprisingly my voice was quite rough and croaky. So attractive!

He gave me a questioning look before it changed to pity, “I’m sorry, no…”

My breath got stuck in my throat; this was just so awful as much as I hated him I didn’t want him to die. Though I couldn’t with my chain of thoughts as I fainted.

I woke up with a bang but no scream. I had witnessed my own death and had a dream with after math (nobody even likes math!) Well, I’m just glad to know it wasn’t my own fault and more stupid Jake’s fault. I will make him pay for nearly killing me. Wait! Why am I still breathing quickly? Stop!

Help me! Can’t. Breath.

Now, that was close! I nearly died, again. I just need to relax, breathe in and out. Breath in and out. In, out. So, much better. I can’t go to sleep now, that dream clearly said I was going to die and if I’m going to die then if I fall asleep someone could stab me or I just wouldn’t wake up. Ever.

I looked at the clock and read 4 stinking o’clock! Well I can’t go back to bed now, I thought so I got up.

I shuffled across the floor while moaning, not a sexy attractive moan but ‘I’m-the-living-dead!’ moan. Not pretty. I looked down at my sleepy body of hell and when I say hell I mean that looked like as fresh as hell! I was in only shorts and a tank top (I should be on a cover of a magazine!) I felt so dead aswell.

I walked over to my closet to only find a monster, a sickly horrible monster! The clothes from my dream (dun dun dun), what do I do?

Run! I run for my life, screaming my head off as I go down the stairs. I head past the lounge and opened the back door only to get out the chainsaw. I ran back through the lounge again and went through the front door this time and faced the house. I let out a war a cry with the chainsaw held up high and proud in only my tank top and shorts.

Plonk.

I turned around and saw an old lady with a poodle, her bag was what had made the ‘plonk’ sound. I just gapped at her as she mirrored my expression; I was still in the same positions as I was before both arm in the air holding the chainsaw.

The bag was still on the floor when a robber came and picked it up, that’s when I unfroze and ran after that filthy rat. I still had a chainsaw in my hand infront of me, my hair tied in a messy bun as my feet hit the gravel on each step. My random cries echoing through the air, “Gives that lady back her bag!” I shouted, he looked back and terror smacked in his face. Cue the evil laugh! I love you, chainsaw!