Breaking

Chapter 3

opened my eyes with the bright lights that were upon me, with blurry vision. My arm was connected to a wire.

       Just then a women walked into the room.

      "Oh good your awake!" The lady said.

      "How did I get here?" I replied.

       " A man and a women brought you here about," she paused.

       She scrambled through the papers on her clip board.

        "It looks like three days ago." She finished,

        "How did they find me?"

         " Sir, I am a nurse not a reporter. I don't have that kind of information. I can tell you though, it's a good thing they found you when they did."

          I looked nervously to the window.

          "What kinda condition was I in though?"

           "You were suffering from a coma, Which it seems you just woke up from. Your left side of your body was on critical conditions. We don't know what happened to you, and how you were badly hurt. Sir, do you remember anything?"

             " I have no idea. I can't remember anything at all."

          "Its okay sense knowing your coma could've given you a possible concussion."

          I felt worthless not knowing what happened to me. I through me head back into the pillow.

         "Sir, do you even remember your name? So we can make you a record."

         " I ...I am...." I thought for a second.

          "My name is Riley Covet."

          " Well mister Covet please now get some rest."

          Just then she had left. I was left alone in the hospital room, all alone. I need to find a familiar face, someone I know, I needed too. How can I though, I don't even know where I am. City, town, state, or even the country. Where am I?

          I had to run out of here. Grabbing the clothes on the hospital couch, and slipping them on, finally getting off the patients' dress. Then I closed the door behind me and I wandered through the halls. Making my way to the elevator, down to the bottom floor. Something told me to not go through the front doors. Then trusting my instincts and going down a hallway and out the side doors.

        Making my way across the parking lot and onto the cities' streets. I tried to look casual as possible, but when there's holes and blood all over your jeans it's hard to hide. Facing the fact I was alone and I had no idea where I was frightened me. I needed to break out