The Octagon

Chapter 13

~Misa

Where am I?

I opened my eyes slowly. It was dark and my body was aching. Small lights were flashing around me and there was a weird beeping noise coming from the left side of the bed I was laying on.

I was lying down but not in my bed.

I tried to bring my body to get up a bit to look around but my whole body hurt.

I turned my neck to look around instead.

A hospital room?

What am I doing in here?

I don't remember hurting myself.

Where are my parents?

The room was empty other than the furniture and my aching body.

I tried to remember what had happened but just ended up giving myself a headache.

I closed my eyes for a minute to relax my mind.

I slowed my breathing to calm myself down.

Okay relax. 

As the throbbing began to slow I heard something from outside the hospital room.

"Oh my goodness that's terrible. I can't believe she's dead." I heard my dad's voice.

For an instant I thought he was talking about me, but reality sank in and I realized he'd sound a little more heartbroken hearing the news of my death.

But who was he talking about?

"I know it was quite sudden but given the circumstances..." A women said. I concluded the woman talking was probably a nurse.

Given the circumstances. What circumstances?

It was all coming back to me now.

I was arguing with Agnes and I wasn't paying attention to the road. I ran a stop sign and- I hit someone.

No. I killed someone.

Tears began to fall as I finally realized it.

I had killed someone.

I lifted my hand over my mouth to hide the sob I felt coming.

"I know. It is very unfortunate. I can only imagine..." I heard the nurse begin to speak again but my sobs grew louder drowning out the conversation.

I heard the door open and I tried to contain myself as I saw my parents look into the room.

But as I saw the knowing look in my father's eyes I couldn't contain myself any longer. I began crying without holding back. It was an ugly and loud cry.

My parents came rushing toward me and held my shaking body tightly.

Everything was still aching but I didn't mind the pain.

"I k-killed some-body." I choked out between the loud sobs.

"No. No. Honey, It was an accident." My father whispered as he rubbed my back. "It wasn't your fault."

"I'm sorry." I hiccuped.

"Shhh." He whispered. "It wasn't your fault." He repeated.

But it had already sunk in.

I didn't matter if he said it a thousand times, I was still going to cry just as hard and just as long.

I killed someone. And I was going to have to live with that for the rest of my life.

~Lana

My head is pounding.

I opened my eyes to an almost pitch black room.

Where the hell am I?

I kept my body still as I looked around, but just turning my head brought pain.

I feel like I'm in a hospital.

But why?

I don't remember what happened.

Did I hurt myself?

Did someone else hurt me?

Why can't I remember what happened?

What the hell?

I can't even remember my name.

I can't fucking remember anything.