I heard a high pitched, rhythmic beeping in the room I was in.
I guess this means I didn't die. Damn. It sounds morbid, but I didn't have the will to live, and haven't for a while. I thought I'd finally gotten my escape.
Though I had regained my hearing, I had lost control over my eyes. They wouldn't open, no matter how much I willed them to. I felt numb in various places on my body.
Finally, after about ten minutes, my eyes opened. I was greeted by a harsh white light. The walls were painted white, the sheets were bleached white, everything was so sterile and unwelcoming. I'd rather not be able to see.
I looked around the small room and was caught off guard to see a guy sitting in a chair in the corner of the room sleeping.
Was that the guy I ran into in the street? Why the hell was he here?
I finally let myself take in what he actually looked like. He was really attractive, to say the least. I hadn't realized I'd been staring for so long until I heard someone clear their throat.
"See somethin' you like?" Ricky was it? asked jokingly. I felt my face heat up and immediately averted my gaze. I looked down at my hand that had an IV protruding from it. I wiggled it back and forth, partially savoring the pain, and also hoping to pop a vain because I honestly didn't care what happened to me anymore.
"Please don't do that." The guy pled, looking at my face. Which, I felt disgusting by the way. I'm sure the nurses took my makeup off and I felt my hair matted and curling by the minute.
"It's my life, I'll do what I want." I said flatly, almost with no life in my words.
He just looked at me for a little. I shifted a little, feeling uncomfortable with his beautiful eyes roaming over me.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked sarcastically.
"No, I'm just trying to figure you out." He replied still in thought.
"Well can you stop? You're making me uncomfortable." I heard a chuckle escape his lips.
"Why are you here anyway?" I snapped harshly. His face fell slightly.
"Because you got hit by a car..." He said in a "duh" tone.
"Besides that smart ass. The point is, I don't even know you." He looked down at his hands.
"I'd like to get to know you." Ricky said in a hushed tone.
I sat silently.
"Where's my phone?" I asked changing the subject.
"Beside you on the end table." I moved to reach my phone and winced as a sharp pain shot across my abdomen.
"Shit!" I yelled. My face got red when I realized how loud I had said that. I couldn't reach far enough to get my phone. I slowly sat back, sighing.
"Do you want me to get that for you?" He asked looking at me amusedly.
"No." I responded cooly. He got up anyway, ignoring my protests.
He gently opened my clenched fist and laid the phone in it.
"Thanks." I grumbled. The lock screen lit up. I had thirteen missed calls from Greg. I sighed and dialed his number. I don't know why I cared to talk to him.
"Hello? Haley! I-" I quickly cut him off.
"Greg, first off, you can go fuck yourself and your little whore. Second off, I just wanted to let you know we're over and I never want to see your face again. And if I do, I will literally rip your fucking balls off and feed them to you. By the way, I'm in the hospital. Not that you care, your too busy fucking random sluts because I'm not good enough for you. Have a nice fucking life Greg."
I threw my phone across the room. Ricky and I sat in awkward silence for a few minutes that felt like hours.
"You know that's not true, right?" He whispered.
"What?"
"You are too good for him, he didn't deserve you." Ricky looked up through the hair that was covering his face.
"Well thanks, but you don't know him or I. If you did, you'd know it is true."
Ricky just shook his head but dropped the subject.
I laid my head on the starchy pillow and forced myself to sleep to try to leave my reality behind.
