Dead or Alive?

Part 1- The Hospital

My eyelids gradually opened to a blurry white tiled ceiling. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the light. I tried to sit up but found that my body ached everywhere.

I looked at my surroundings. I was in a normal, white hospital room with monitors, but there was something different about it. It looked like no one had been in here for ages. I didn't hear any voices or beeping machines like you would hear in a normal hospital.

Suddenly I felt something terribly sore on my arm and looked down. It was an IV. I looked at the monitors which weren't turned on, so I decided to rip it out. There was going to be a permanent scar from that.

I sat there in the hospital bed, staring at the wall. I was trying to remember what had happened, but I couldn't. Then I remembered it. I remembered the crash.

My dad was driving. It was Christmas Day, and the snow was falling down hard. We were on our way to Chicago to visit family for the holidays when it happened. My dad couldn't see. I remembered the car flipping and hearing screams. I reached my for my little sister, but she wasn't in her seat anymore. My head smacked against the window, knocking me out from the force.

The next memory that returned to me was when I was in the hospital. I couldn't see anything, but I heard doctors saying things in panicked voices. I felt myself being lifted onto a flat platform. Then it was all gone again.

Pulling myself out of the memories, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. On the table next to my bed was a big, brown teddy bear covered in dust, with a card next to it. I picked up the card and read, I love you -Mom.

Suddenly, another memory floated to the surface of my brain. I remembered my mom running into the hospital room yelling with urgency and trying to lift me up. I could hear everything but I couldn't move or see, like before. There was another noise too, but it wasn't screaming. It was the sound of flesh being ripped from a body. Then there was more screaming from my mom, but that time it was different. The screams sounded painful.

All of the sudden, I heard a noise. It was faint, but it was there. Feeling extremely confused and scared, I stood up, my feet hitting the cold white tile. When I got up I fell to ground. My legs felt like jell-o. Grabbing onto the bed, I stood up and walked to the door, opening it slowly. It made a loud creak and I winced, but nothing happened.

When I left my room, I was astonished to see that the hospital was wrecked. There were papers and medical equipment scattered around the grimy and dusty hallway. Blood was streaked across the walls and the lights were flickering on and off slowly. Something was not right. This seemed like a terrible nightmare.

"Hello?" I called out. My voice was scratchy, so I said it again. There was no response.

I walked in the direction that the noise came from. At the end of the hall, there was a door slightly opened. That must be where the noise was coming from. I started to walk a little faster. When I reached the doorway, I cautiously pushed open the door a little more.

It was a normal hospital room but rearranged a little. There was a small nightstand with two chairs around it and a sleeping bag on the floor next to a bed. In the middle of the room, a teenage girl stood with a gun in her hands aimed directly at me. A smaller girl was clutching her leg tightly. When the smaller girl saw me, she came running towards me.

"Rosie!" The teenage girl yelled. Rosie halted and turned towards her with guilt.

"It's just the boy, Nina," Rosie said in a little voice.

"We don't know him. He could be dangerous," Nina said, still pointing the gun at my head.

"Can you put that thing down? I'm not dangerous," I said, confused.