Here it is folks, my first story on Wattpad.
Something about it just isn't doing it for me... but who knows.
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Under Aged
Chapter 1
The hospital; a place that easily falls under the category of Hell. It all starts with the noises, screaming, shouting, crying… then ticking, clanging, metal screeching against metal. Then nothing, nothing is by far the best part. It’s like you’re not there, but in a sense you are. All is black, utter, peaceful blackness. Then pain … sometimes more, sometimes less, but all the same its pain. That dull throbbing feeling I’m so used to.
Pain ... I shut my eye’s a leaned back against the hard hospital bed. I tried to concentrate on the demonic beeping of the heart monitor. Everything seemed so distant, so far away.
“You up?”
My eyes snapped open and I tensed up, reflexes. But, seeing it was only the doctor I relaxed, leaning back on a pillow once more.
“I take that as a yes?” Dr. Seevens said a smile twinkling in his eyes. He was a not-so-personal friend of mine; you could say we met each other through unfortunate circumstances, namely me almost dying. We’ve known each other ever since then really, I’ve been in and out of the hospital and he seems to always find a way to be the one, watching me.
I rolled my eyes at him, really wishing him to leave. I never like people seeing me like this, I always feel so helpless.
“There’s some people out there,” He pointed over his shoulder out the door “wanting to see you.”
I started to say ‘who’ but the burning pain in my side shot up into my throat, causing me to wince. Instead I gave him a questioning look.
The Doc either didn’t see my glance or was completely ignoring me, because he never answered my question, “Here, take this.” He handed me a small plastic cup containing an evil looking white liquid.
I held it up to the light, and then sniffed it. The smell was horrific, sweet… very sweet. Probably bubble gum.
Dr. Seevens chuckled hoarsely – the cruel man – “Don’t worry; it’s not a bomb, just pain medication.”
I looked skeptical but I drank it down, yep, definitely bubble gum. I swallowed hard, wishing I could scrape the taste off my tongue. I hate sweet things, always have. Something about the feeling, the almost pleasurable feeling of something sweet touching your tongue makes me sick.
“You should probably be out in about a week or two” He informed me, still hinting a smile.
“That’s… child abuse” I croaked out. I guess the awful medicine did what it’s supposed to do …
“You’re not a child.”
“I’m still fifteen.”
“One year ….” he looked disappointed.
I shook my head and smirked.
“But, I wouldn’t want to chase away my best paying costumer, now would I?” The Doc said teasingly.
I glared at him incredulously, “It’s, not my fault.”
“Oh really,” We both grinned, but he became stern again “But seriously kid, you’re gonna get killed someday.”
