Midnight's Plea

A Familiar Blond Patch

Chapter Two

A  Familiar Blonde Patch

“I’m okay, mom”, I lied. I was still in the mirror looking at my alien reflection, with familiar black and purple bruises covering most of my arms. My eyes bugled, and I ran to the toilet. I started to vomit out something red that smelled like rust and salt. I held my stomach when I realized it was blood. “Mom ...” I started to say. She was already in the doorway when I said the word.

                “Honey, please don’t tell me it’s too serious”, she said. She helped me up, then squeezed me into a bear hug. I started to cough again. She let me go, and gave me a worried glare. “You’re going to the doctor. No school! You can’t go to school in this condition!” She put me in her arms again. “My baby! My baby! My baby!” She was trying to comfort me. The words sounded like cooing. It would have felt awkward if I weren’t still trying to figure out what happened to me last night. “My baby! My baby! My baby!” It was almost too much. I could already feel the tears coming.

                “Mom, take me! Take me now!” My voice was breaking, but I couldn’t help it. I was on the verge of hysteria, and my jumbled thoughts continued to make it worse. As if the voices weren’t enough, now I was questioning the supposed “best night of my life”, and I still need to figure out what’s wrong with me. I started to cough again, almost choking on my on blood. My foster mom rushed me to the bathroom, and I only made it to the sink when the blood and vomit started rushing out of my throat. I was coughing before I finally got up to say something. “I am going to kill him!” I scowled, and mom rushed me out of the house before I could even change.

Sitting in the ER with a sexy dress on can be embarrassing. The only reason I was in here was because I vomited blood all over the lobby floor. I held my stomach in my hands. I am sick. But how did I get sick in the first place? I couldn’t think behind my moans of pain. When the doctor arrived I was awestruck. He was young- maybe in his mid-twenties, and blonde. His face was round, his lips were full, and his eyes were a bright shade of blue. He could have been a male model.

                  “So, Midnight, what seems to be the problem?” He asked in a musical voice.

                  “I really don’t know.” I quickly answered. He examined my face, and poked me with his finger a few times to see if it hurt. It did. I sighed, and the bones of my jaw seemed to not like the movement. His face looked worried, but he remained calm.

                “I am going to run some test to see what exactly the problem here is.” My head started to throb, and my ears were ringing. “It seems like the condition your in could be the cause of an allergic reaction, or maybe some sickness, but we need the test to be sure.”

                “Uuuhhh, huh....” I managed to moan. Then I laid my head down on the cot. His expression became tense, and then I suddenly felt a sharp point in my arm. “Morphine...”. I drifted to sleep in minutes. I thought I was unconscious until the memory started.

                I looked through eyes that seemed alien, because this girl was beautiful, or as modern day society would call  “sexy”. She seemed to be enjoying herself, as she twisted through students to finish the song she was singing. With one final line, she put the microphone back on the stand, and gave a ladylike curtsy to the audience, who was already clapping loudly anyway. She smiled.

                She quickly went off the stage to retrieve her date, who was mindlessly smiling in the back of the gym, next to a table full of sweets. He lifted her up into his arms, and kissed her on her full lips. She reacted immediately, twisting her fingers through his hair, and holding herself closer to him.