Being Josh Ramsay's Daughter

My Story

I woke up and felt so frustrated. I didn't want to sleep anymore. I didn't want to be stuck in this bed anymore. I wanted to know what was happening. What was going on. What was wrong with me. Where my dad was. Where Brad was. Where anyone was.

I know that the reason why I had been sleeping was that the nurse had sedated me. But I didn't want to sleep. I had slept too much. I wanted so badly to get up and walk around. I was going crazy.

The nurse walked in and stood beside me. She stared down at me. I stared back at her.

"Acadia, do you even know what happened to you?" She asked.

I blinked twice.

"Do you want me to tell you?"

Her voice was so warm and kind.

I blinked once.

"Just one second." She said, walking away.

She closed the door and grabbed a chair. Putting the chair down beside me, she sat close.

"Okay. So, a man came with you in the ambulance. He told us your story. You had been drinking a little the night before, you ran out into the road. He warned you to get off the road after you rejected his offer for a ride. He said you started walking to the sidewalk so he drove off. He saw you the next morning in the same spot and assumed you had passed out on the side of the road. He was talking to you in the morning. You told him that you had remembered being hit in the shoulder by a car's mirror and being thrown to the sidewalk. You showed him a cut on your stomach you had gotten from beach glass. You asked him to get you your phone from the beach. He brought it back to you..." She took a deep breath.

I remembered all of this so far.

"You collapsed on the road. A car came speeding around the corner. He said they tried to stop but the car was going so fast that it went right over your legs and lower back. He immediately ran to check if you were okay. The driver stopped. He came to check if you were okay too. They called an ambulance. When it arrived, the man rode in with you. The driver of the vehicle followed the ambulance all the way..." She paused.

"This next part is important. You may not be very happy with finding this part out but you need to know. It's going to be hard for me to say; hard for you to hear. But it needs to be said."

I was a little worried, but I was still glad that I was finally being told my story.