World So Cold

14

Ricky

There was white, just white. The blankets were white, the walls were white. It smelled awful making it hard to breath. My head hurt like hell and my eyes wouldn't focus. I feel around hopeing this was just some fucked up dream and Ryan would be next to me. Nothing.

Something started beeping and people rushed in. It scares me and I kick and yell. They had to restrain my arms and legs which only sacred me more.

"Where's Ryan?" I ask once I get myself together. I look to the lady, she looked alot like Amy.

"You were found alone hon."

"What do you mean? We were in a car crash, he couldn't have gone anywhere."

She looks to the doctor with a concerned look. He looked alot like Mark.

"Hon someone walking by found you in an alley, you'd overdosed on heroin. You've been out for two days. We asked around and nobody knew who you were. Your ID said your name is Richard Olsen, you are twenty-three. We weren't able to find any records or family. I'm sorry."

I look at my arms, they were covered in needle scars. Was this all just a hallucination? What was real, what was just my head fucking with me? How did I come up with such a complex story with so many different people?

My head hurt to much to think. All I wanted was sleep.

Sorry it was so short. I got bored so I had to have some kind of plot twist.

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