Falling In Love With Death

31: Step 1, Of Mission GATLM

Amaryllis Roman

I woke up the next morning flustered and my stomach aching.

My cheeks were warm, which meant they were the colour of tomatoes, and my stomach was doing somersaulting like it was preforming at the damn olympics.

I groaned as I pulled my covers up trying to cover the light. Then I realized the blankets were too short, they barely reached my knees.

I opened my eyes observing the room.

This was the hospital.

Right.

How could I forget. I huffed and sat up in my bed careful not to yank the IV out of my arm.

I needed to pee, but I was extremely lazy, and I didn't want to get up.

I sat in my bed for atleast 10 minutes before I decided it was worth getting up.

My bladder would probably burst otherwise.

I crossed my legs and slipped off the bed, my bare feet touching the stone cold ground. I shivered involuntarily as I hugged my sides.

As I searched the room for a toilet, I found a small door off the corner with a stick person wearing a skirt. As I started  to walk towards the washroom, I fiddled with the IV in my arm until I was yanked back by the IV string which was attached to a pole.

What the hell? How in gods name was I suppose to pee with this thing?

I grumbled as I rolled the pole to washroom, and slowly pushed the door open.

What was that saying? There was a first time for everything right?

I snorted.

Well, here goes nothing.
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"So explain to me again, why I'm picking you up from the hospital?" Alex asked as he unlocked the passenger door.

"Minor car crash." I lied as I slid in and fastened my seatbelt. Alex nodded his gaze resting on the bruise just above my cheekbone.

"Your car must be totaled. That bruise looks real bad Princess." He said pulling out of the hospital lot.

"It wasn't too bad, the airbag just hurt..." I said praying he would believe me. But even if he didn't, it's not like I could tell him the truth. I highly doubt he'd listen to me if I told him that two archangels tried to kill me in my sleep. In fact he would probably send me back to the hospital.

I sighed as I pulled my sleeves down making sure they covered the marks on my wrist. When I was in the washroom, I saw my ankles and hands. They were covered with cuts and wounds from my dream, each and everyone had dried up blood smeared on it.

I'd had such a hard time hiding them from my mom and Dr.Chen. They'd probably think I was doing it to myself, or that I was suicidal.

"Well, today's the last day until the break!" Alex said breaking the silence. I smiled slightly.

"I know, we get a week of rest."

"A week is much too short." Alex said making a left turn into the school.

"It is. But it's better than nothing."