A Call for Help

Chapter One: Sad Awakening

   The calm darkness had embraced Samantha like a lost friend. Then suddenly it was yanked away into a bright light and panicked voices. She trys to look around but the blinding light makes her close her eyes tight.
   So much for being dead, she thought with sorrow. She heard someone calling her name, but she didn't care. She wanted it all to end. She drifted off again.
   Dreams
   She stands on a hillside, admiring the view. But the scene suddenly darks. The sun disappears and the clouds gather quickly. It's pitch black. She heard moaning and screaming and crying. She trys to escape, but cold hands grab at her. She screams out for help, yelling and fighting, until her voice joins theirs in an eternal cry of pain and torture.
   She wakes with a start in a cold sweat. She doesn't have a pillow. The lights are still pretty bright. She goes to look around, but something stops her. She's in a neck brace.
   "Ah ah ah," comes the disciplinary voice of a black skinned female nurse. Her black hair is tied in a hair net. She wore pink scrubs with no pattern. She scans Samantha with dark green eyes.
   "You don't want to start bleeding again do you?" She instantly seems to regret saying this and goes silent. After a moment she decides to try to start a conversation of some sort.
   "So what's your name," she asked a little shyly. I try to respond, but my throat is dry and it hurt to even breath after trying. She looked at me concerned, then pressed the big red button calling for a nurse. Within thirty seconds another nurse was in the room.
   She is wearing purple scrubs with Blue from Blue's Clues on them. Her white skin looks like it hadn't seen the sun in a few months. Her hair was also in a net. She looks at the African-American nurse calm, but worried.
   "What seems to be the problem," the woman in purple asked in a quick calm voice.
   "I think she needs a drink," came the reply from the dark skinned nurse. Samantha decided to give the nurses nicknames by their scrubs. Blue quickly left the room.
   Then a terrible thought entered Samantha's mind. She began to panic. What if I can't ever speak again? Her breathing quickened some. Pinkie looked at her.
   "Hey, calm down okay," she said in an almost loving way. "It's just a dry throat. You've haven't had anything to drink or used your voice for a few days. It's okay." Samantha calmer down, but the worry was still there.
   Blue came back in with paper cup filled with water. She handed it to Samantha. Samantha took it and slowly brought it go her lips. She took small sips. It soothed her throat some.
   "Is that better," Pinkie asked. Samantha tried to speak again, but this time a small quiet noise came from her throat. Pinkie frowned.
   "Well, get some sleep. You need to rest." Samantha wanted to resist, but quickly fell back asleep.