My Life Being Dead

My Life Being Dead, Chapter 2

I’ll start the day after my “accident”. I awoke in a bright place with sounds of beeping and hushed voices above me. I reached around for any sign of my friend, Meagan or my mother, who had obviously been called by then. But no one took my hand comfortingly. It was then that I noticed the tingle in my fingertips that hadn’t been there before. I waited for it to fade, but after minutes of waiting patiently it did not. I flexed my hands and tried to sit up.

Rough, cold hands stopped me and shoved me back down. The man in green scrubs said sternly to me, “We have to reset your leg. Stay still, this is going to hurt Cassy.”

I was about to correct him on my name, but a crack ripped through my body and a scream pierced the air like a knife. I collapsed from the pain.

The next day I had to face the facts. My mother had not come to see me or claim me, and my “friend” had not even called. I laid in the bed feeling sorry for myself, still wondering what happened. The doctor left the moment after I woke, and the nurses were too busy to be bothered it seemed. All I remembered was a crack and a burst of light. After that, I opened my eyes in the hospital with a greenstick fractured leg and patches of hair missing. The unfamiliar tingle in my fingers didn’t go away like I had hoped. It stayed with me. The only thing that stayed with me.

The door opened and a short bald lady hobbling on a walker hurriedly approached my bed. She pointed a long finger at me and started sobbing.

“You are death! You have to leave, child. You are death!” Her voice startled me, and her raspy tone cut through my bones and made my leg ache with every word.

A nurse rushed in and helped her out, consoling her. She glanced at me while backing out of the doorway and murmured, “Sorry”.

She didn’t have anything to apologize for, though. I felt just like death at the moment. With the tingles in my fingers and the throb in my leg that was on the verge of unbearable, I was a wreck that couldn’t be salvaged. And what’s worse, I didn’t even know what hit me.