The Third War

Chapter Twenty Four: Zoe

Terror. That's all I remembered of that dream. I was absolutely terrified and I don't remember why. I don't want to remember. I'm not going to try so sorry. Losing Kris, the chance at finding our dad, and not being in control of my thoughts when I passed out? I'm not surprised it was absolutely horrible.

I woke up screaming in a white room. I was on a medical bed in the center and there was a bright light over my head. I was in hospital clothes. I had been changed unconscious. AGAIN. That is one of the things I will never forgive anyone involved for. My ankle was bandaged but there was a blood stain under it. I was again tied to the bed.

Does this seem familiar?

It took all my will power to not sob right there. I knew I would probably never see Kris again and she was probably in trouble and I would have no idea, and my dog was gone, probably forever. I took a deep breath and I felt pain flare up my chest, I'm just a mess all over.

With no knowledge of the time I began to grow desperate. Without something to occupy me I would start thinking, or rather, remembering, which was just as bad as sleeping. Remembering would let my mind twist things, make me hear screams of the ones I failed to save, how I put Kris in danger, and that poor guy that I kicked.

I began listening to songs in my head, any song I could think of. Mostly old stuff because that's what me and my dad played most often, the super old Disney songs were our favorite. As I kept myself from tapping on the bed, I heard the door open. A girl that looked like a nurse walked in. She was smiling, like nothing was wrong in the world.

I instantly hated her. I glared at her trying to mimic Kris's "I hate you" face that she wore all the time. She walked over and sat in a chair by the bed and began talking.

She had one of those super peppy, bubbly, cheerleader voices that drive people up the wall. AND SHE WOULDN'T SHUT UP, she went on for about half an hour with crap like, "Hi! My name is Sarah, what's yours?"

"It's kinda crazy you got in. Kinda sad too though."

"Poor Jeremy. Julia wasn't too happy. She'll probably try to get you guys killed. I don't really like her. She's rude and mean."

This is the worst torture possible, how cruel can these people be?

"I like Matthew. He bakes good pies."

There was a very long detailed description of pies and then she rambled these off at like a supersonic speed, "What's your favorite color? Mine's yellow. Was that girl your sister? How old are you? You look kinda young. What happened to your ankle? It's nasty."

I was about to bang my head against the bed, "WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP! My name is Zoe, my favorite color is black, Kris is my older sister, I broke my ankle, I'm 14, I don't have any friends, and please GO AWAY."

I actually thought I had shut her up.

Blissful silence....

for about 5 seconds, "That's sad, and I can't go until you eat these pills."

I glanced over at from where I had been staring at the ceiling; she had three little pills in her hand. I recognized one as the little blue pill Haley used to put me to sleep. I immediately turned my gaze back to the ceiling. "You really need to eat them."

I stayed silent.

"Well, I guess I can talk some more about pies. Matthew makes blueberry-"

I interrupted her, "Give me the stupid pills."

She stood up.

"I will not be fed like a child."

"Well....I'm not really supposed to but it's not like you can go anywhere."

Rude.

She freed my right hand and I opened it for her to drop them in. I threw in my mouth and somehow managed to swallow them down my dry throat."

But Sarah didn't want to leave.

She was babbling right up until I fell unconscious.