Death is Only the Beginning to Salvation

CHAPTER 3: Who am I?

I can't tell how long I have been in here, It could be weeks, days, months, and all I have done is cry and sleep, cry and sleep, cry and sleep.

A continuos pattern of madness. I have gone mad, I talk to myself in my head and go further into the darkness looking for some light. My heart beat that rings out has not gone crazy like it has last time. Does that mean I am alive? Did someone save me?

Questions I will never get the answer to.

Sometimes I wonder if I am just stuck in my own consciences. Maybe somewhere during the time I gave up my soul was trapped in my own body, or maybe all I see is darkness because the last thing I could see was darkness when I died since my face was smashed into the ground.

I'm even more alone than before. So very alone. Hate surges through me, anger fires into my heart and jealousy into my soul. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did. I screamed as hard as I could, and did;t stop till I heard a small scream farther away from me.

Surprised I run through the darkness and search for it. I'm screaming out for help and asking if anyone is there. What if it was me? I don't stop I keep going.

Tears burn my eyes and I scream louder and run faster. My heart beat start to go crazy again and the darkness starts to fill with coldness, but I don't stop. My breathing becomes rocky as I go faster and I keep screaming.

That same screeching sound comes back and makes my ears bleed, the place begins to shake again. I lose my balance and fall into some sort of liquid, I look down at my hands and sniff and smell that I am covered in blood.

I panic and push away screaming. Everything blurs and I can hear myself screaming and people rushing around me and yelling. I open my eyes and a bright light shines in this making me close them again.

"Dim, the lights, she is awake," a gruff voice calls out. I open my eyes again and the harsh light is gone. There are people all around me with masks on and I freak out. I throw the blanket off me and attempt to get up and run, they push me down and keep me still.

"Hold still, your going to hurt yourself if you do that, calm down miss, calm down," I look down at me arm and see an IV running blood into me. My other arm is incased in a cast.

I reach up and touch my head and feel it bandaged. Monitors beep showing I am alive. "Where am I, what's happening?" my voice comes out in a croak. "Your in a hospital, do you remember anything that happened to you, can you tell me why you were bleeding to death?" one of them asks me.

"I don't remember anything, I want to go home," tears run down my face. They nod and whisper amongst themselves. "Alright, do you remember your name, where you live, who we can contact to come see you?" a lady questions me.

"I don't know, I don't remember!" I am sobbing now, she strokes my hair and looks at me with a sad smile, "it's okay sweetheart it's okay."

"Go get someone on the phone and let's see if we can't find her parents," she gives out orders. They nod and leave the room. "Who am I," my lip quivers but I pull it together. "We are figuring that out sweetheart, now I know you would love to get washed up," she smiles at me.

I nod my head and attempt to return a smile. "I'll be right back," she gets up and walks to the door next to me and switches on the light, she comes back out with a bucket of water and soap and a sponge.

"Alright sweetie let's get that gown off," she comes over to me after setting the bucket on the floor and gently untie the gown from the back. I am completely naked, she gets the bucket and sets it on the stand, the sponge on my skin is relaxing. She washes me gently, especially when she gets to my arm.

"what happened to me, she smiles sadly. "Someone found you and reported you, when we got there you were lying on a bench drenched in your own blood, you had many fractures,and we couldn't find the person who called but whoever did must have left as soon as they heard the ambulance."

I sit in silence after she leaves, I don't turn the tv on, not wanting to listen to all the noise. I can't remember who I am, or who I was.

The cast on my arm bothered me, I feel like I am missing something important.

What happened to me?

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