alice; book two {5sos}

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the hospital cannot contact my mum. she isn't picking up and i'm worried about her; shouldn't she be worrying about my whereabouts?

i pick at the small thread hanging from my thin white t-shirt that the hospital has given me to wear. my side still hurts slightly, but i feel better already. i feel safer than i did before as i stare across the room, my eyes tracing the colourful paintings on the walls.

i've been here for about an hour, an odd child being wheeled past my room every now and then. small movements from the children's play area keep catching my eye, however i'm sure they're just children playing even though there is no laughter or crying.

i flick through a spare magazine lying about that has recent news stories in, my eyebrows knitted together as i close the magazine and glance at the release date. i recognise none of these stories, and as i realise why i wouldn't recognise any, i feel my mind spinning and the confusion consuming me.

this has been published in 2018, which must be a printing mistake. it's 2016 without a doubt, which has been the year i turned sixteen and left high school. i'm off to college soon, right? what month is it?

my skin begins to heat up as i stare down at the magazine date and slowly lower it into my lap. before i can get anymore confused, a small movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention. with wide, alert eyes, i stare across the hospital corridor and into the children's play room.

there, sat in the doorway, is a small, white toy. i push away the bed sheets and slide out of the bed, my feed cold against the tiled floor as i pad over towards the object in the doorway. this peculiar object is causing me to gravitate towards the children's play room, my eyes narrowed in curiousity and uncertainity as i stare down at the toy.

a small, white vintage bunny rabbit sits in the doorway of the play room.

i bend down and pick it up with ease, its soft white fur gentle against my skin. it's not a plush toy, which surprises me.

as i stare at it, i feel a puzzle piece located inside my brain slotting into place. it's like a clog has been replaced in my brain, and suddenly everything can function again.

like a wave, the memories flood back into my mind. they wash away the blank and paint this canvas with everything i have been through. i burst into tears, not because i'm terrified, but because i thought my life was oddly simple.

and now i've been reminded again, it hurts. it hurts more than anything because i've gone from feeling lost and lonely, to feeling like i've been swallowed by a hole and i'm falling by myself into darkness. i'm alone, well and truly alone; i killed my best friend and my boyfriend, i watched my friends die and the only person i ever loved to be killed before my eyes.

and now i'm lonely, without my bestfriend, without the one i love and without my mum. never did i ever think i would be in a situation where i'm alone, without anybody. how can anything ever be good again? it's the opposite of relief, like when you wake up from a terrible dream and you gasp with relief that none of it is real. it's the opposite of that but a similiar sensation, and it fucking hurts.

the terror floods in too, like a tsunami, as i stare at the soft toy with its plush ears. the bunny falls through my fingers as the flashbacks of the rabbits suddenly plays in my mind. the bunny toy falls at my feet, clattering against the tiled floor.

the tears are streaming down my face as i helplessly wander back into the hospital corridor, the long and narrow corridor seeming to go on for eternity. all of the colour on the walls begins to drain from the wallpaper as my tears fall. i helplessly begin to walk the corridor, the walls slowly closing in on me.

my hands suddenly feel damp, almost drowning in water, as i keep on walking. a nurse emerges from a room down the corridor, turning to me and picking up her pace. i'm light headed as i begin to scream, my distorted screams filling the corridor.

i bring my palms up infront of me, the dark crimson red blood smeared on my hands. i begin to shriek more, unable to see through the tears blurring my sight.

every single shooting, every single stabbing and every single game. all of it, rushing through my mind in an overwhelming frenzy.

the nurse is running at me, wrapping an arm around me to steady my fall.

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another few chapters and this story is done!!!

i want to write another story soon, would anybody like that? my other one pity party didn't work out because i wasn't happy with it. name a type of horror/thriller or even a happy/sad story that i could write!!! i'm just not sure if people enjoy my writing a lot but i can give it a shot.

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thanks, xoxo

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