Ice Water.

Chapter 1

Beep...beep...beep beep...beep..
That was all I heard. I couldn't open my eyes or move...What happened? Where was I? I tried to take a deep breath, but I could only reach to the most shallow part of my lungs. Something was covering my mouth and nose. A mask? Whatever it was, it was sending icy air into my chest.
"She's in a light coma. She should be awake any minute now. Not to worry, Mrs.Locke. She's in good hands." A deep voice stated. I could hear a woman hiccuping and sniffling. Wait...Mum? I thought, trying to fight my eyes open. The beeping noise became more rapid, and a dry hand was place somewhere on my arm. I relaxed, and stopped fighting. Why couldn't I wake up, and what the hell was the man talking about when he said coma?
It went on like this for eternity. Footsteps in, some kind of scribbling noise, footsteps out. Other than this, I was left to myself and the beeping. I dazed in and out, but I wasn't able to tell the difference between being awake and asleep anymore. Everything blurred together. I was constantly tired but constantly awake.
After what I thought was forever, I finally woke up. I opened my eyes, but quickly squinted from the brightness that entered my vision, and blinked rapidly until the spots went away. I took a deep breath and slowly sat up, looking around. There was no longer an object covering half of my face, but I couldn't remember when it had been removed.
"Oh my god, you're awake!" My mother cried out and ran over to me. I wasn't sure how long I had been out, or why I was at what seemed to be a hospital.
"How long was I out?..." I asked, coughing a bit and rubbing my head.
"You were unconscious for a week, honey. You were in a coma for a little over two days." She held me tightly to her chest, but I was still unsure. Something felt wrong, yet I didn't know what. A doctor came in, checking my vitals and asking a bunch of questions. I layed back down and dazed out, until I heard a bone chilling word. Asylum.
In English, we had learned that the word meant a safe place, or shelter. But this is not what it was this time. I focused in on the conversation.
"I think it would be best for her health if she got treatment. Just to make sure that she is stable and mentally well." He was trying to comfort my mother, with empty words that were sugar coated.