Lurk

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I woke up to a sound piercing my ears. I just want it to stop, but I couldn't move a single bone in my body.

The strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled my nose. My mouth was dry. I tried opening my eyes, but I couldn't.

I was lying down, in a bed it seemed. A very uncomfortable one. I slowly tried lifting my heavy eyelids.

The room was bright, light reflecting off the white walls, making me want to close my eyes again. I felt like I had slept for years, but I was still tired.

I tried to look around through my blurry eyes. Hospital. I'm in a hospital.

I heard talking, so I turned my head to the source. I saw the figure of a woman and a man standing by the door of the room.

I opened my eyelids a little more, trying to make up who the figures are. My mum. She was standing in front of a man in a coat, the doctor.

I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep and listened into their conversation.

"You're lucky she's alive. She lost lots of blood." A deep voice said, and I'm sure it wasn't mum.

"I don't know what happened to her, she used to be a bright happy kid. Now I don't know her anymore!" I heard mum saying.

"Have you thought about therapy?" The doctor suggested to her. Ha.

"She used to see a shrink, and he said she was fine. I believed him. But after what I saw yesterday? I don't know what to believe anymore." She held back a sob.

Yeah, sure. Act like the caring mum now.

"What about rehab?" They want to send me to rehab.

"I- I don't know. But if it'll bring back my daughter, then why not?" She sniffed. No. No no no.

"Can you please come with me? There's some papers you have to sign." He said and I heard mum muttering a "Sure."

I heard the door close, so I waited a few moments before opening my eyes again. I've never hated the colour white more.

I sat up slowly, my head pounding. Every bone in my body is aching. But I don't care, I need to get out of here. I'm not letting them throw me in rehab.

I looked down at the gash covering the symbol. It's supposed to be healed by now, so I took it off. And it really was healed, leaving a faded scar of the symbol. Almost like a tattoo, a pale pink tattoo.

I looked around the room, searching for a way out. I caught a glimpse of someone lurking around the corner of the room.

"Hello, there."

The End.

Before you start throwing tomatoes, remember there's still an Epilogue.