Second Chance

Chapter 1

Susan:

Being shoved into a locker isn't really fun. It hurts really bad and could kill you if they apply enough force. Same with being stuck in the hospital for about three weeks or so.

"Why... why..." the voice cried out with terror for some reason. I have been dosing in and out of conscious for almost a couple of weeks and I don't know why.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow to see her," another voice came in, "we promise that we will take good care of her. We promise." Next thing I hear was a door close then I was plunge into darkness again.

The next time I woke up it was dark in the room I was in and this time the darkness didn't seem to take over. I would have gone back under in a couple of minutes but I haven't, not today and I feel great for some reason.

I looked around the room and saw a stack of books, about three books total, a note that I guess someone dropped by for me or something like that, and my sketch book. I know my mom might have brought the books and sketch book but she never wrote notes to me at all. I decided to look at it later and tried my best to get out of the hospital bed and head to the tiny bathroom that they had. Being in the hospital so many times had made me use to the way they do things and I would know what to expect. As I was confined alone in the peaceful bathroom away from the beeping machines.

There was a mirror in the so plain bathroom, so white. As I looked at the refection of the person that should of been me, but it looked almost nothing like me. The person who was staring back at me had a busted lip, stitches on her temple, bruises on her cheeks, her hair looked like a tornado went through it and was cut so uneven. I looked nothing like I did who knows how long ago.

I did my business and went back to my bed even though I was a little bit wobble, I looked back at the pail of stuff and picked up the note and read it to see if I can find out why I'm here in the hospital. I was wrote on copy paper and was also typed out so it didn't help me with the origin of the paper and who might have wrote it. It was addressed to me and it says:

Hey faggot. I guess you survived what I have done to you. I thought you were a goner but I guess I was wrong. But that doesn't matter, what matters is that you are not alive and there will be 1 less fag in the school. I can't stand how you're able to be in this school and show how you love the same sex... it is soooo disgusting. If I ever see you again I will kill you so they can't help you. Be like a normal girl and suck my dick.

Sincerely,

Your worse nightmare

I read the note one more time and sighed. Yet another death threat and it's not going to look good for me. Ever since I came out of the closet with my parents and my only friend Katie this has been happening to me. I never could find someone who loves me because of this stuff. Somehow my whole school found out and now I'm on a hit list and they won't stop till I leave the school or I'm dead. I decided not to worry about who had wrote that but it gave me a little bit on who wrote it, but not much. I decided to distract myself so I grabbed the first book on the stack and it happen to be my favorite. "ALIAS RECRUITED" by Lynn Mason got me to be a lot braver in the situations that I was in before. I was scared to come out of the closet but I needed to tell someone because every guy who kept hitting on me was hot and all but I was just not into them.

I was half way through the book till I passed out. I could sense the doctors and nurses come in and out of my room after I was asleep. They were keeping an eye on me, I don't know why but whatever happen before I woke up must have scared them.

My mom had stopped by for yet another visiting day, but I was asleep at that time.

"Ma'am?" the nurse opened the door to my room that I was in, "your daughter is in stable condition and sometime last night she was up for several hours."

"How do you know," my mom was in tears for some reason, which I still didn't know.

"Because she was reading one of the books that you brought for her. She was half way through it too." The nurse picked up the book that was neatly placed back on the stack and opened where a bookmark was placed.

I heard more crying, but it was not of pain but of joy. Joy that here baby girl will make it out of this place and have a normal life, but I doubt I will ever be the same after this.

"She can go home on Friday," the nurse said as she put the book back down on the stack, "now that we know she is conscious we can find out what might be going through her mind. I might think she should go to therapy just on the safe side."

"Ok. I understand. At least she is alive. I didn't want to lose her; I just couldn't live without her. She's my baby girl." My mom sounded happy to know that I made it out of what ever had happen to me.

I woke you a couple of hours later and saw my mom sitting in a chair near my bed. She looks at me and started to cry with a smile on her face.

"You had us worried. Don't ever do that again, please." She hugged me and I didn't know what to do. I'm not use to being shown emotions that often because of what my father has done to me. Long story short he treated me like shit which only causes me to hides further with in my shell and on top that being bullied non-stop at school and around me.

"Uh..." I still don't knowing what to do so I just sat there on the bed. "Mom?" I look at her when she finally let go of me but I still don't know what had happen to me that ended up with me in the hospital. "Why am I here?" My mom looked shocked that I didn't know but didn't care, just glad I was safe.

"Susan, you.... um... how can I put this...." mom looked scared at say anything. "Someone tried to run you over with their car. It was a hit and run because the vehicle wasn't there when the ambulance showed."