In My Hospital Bed
Click. Click. Click. The needles clicking together in the silent room is deafening.
Creak. Creak. Creak. The only other noise is the rocking chair rocking, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I am sitting in a room. I don't know where I am or what I am knitting. For all I know, I can't knit. I can't feel anything, I am weightless like a cloud. "Where am I?" I thought.
SLAM! I woke up from my snapped up from my sleep. "Sorry dear." Nurse Kacy said. I motioned a thumbs up with my hand. She came over and took my temperature and did everything else a nurse does. Soon enough she left. I tried to sleep, but I kept tossing and turning and rolling around in the hard cold hospital bed. Why am I in a hospital bed? Why can't I sleep?
*Flashback*
BEEP BEEP! "I hate traffic" "I know honey." My dad said to me. Those were his last words before a car slammed into ours. My mom screamed. Then everything went black. Next thing I know I can't move, think, breathe, or even talk.
*End of flashback*
I was 9 then. Now I'm 16. I always think they will come for me soon. I've been thinking that for years. I choose not to talk and I now realize that has gotten me into worse trouble. I still don't talk to anyone here because I don't want them to know I was faking and I'm scared the punishment to that will be worse than this.
Hope you liked the first part! I know it was bad and really short but please read on! Slow updates too! :( -CM
