Lisa

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I was in the hospital room. It was cold. Everything was black. I could hear people coming and going. I could feel people stroking my face. I could hear my mom crying. I could hear the nurses talking. I could hear the doctor saying I wasn't going to make it.
It smelt like plastic. I couldn't move. It was like being tormented for fun. She was getting into my head, she wouldn't leave my mind. I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to scream at her "Leave me alone!" These voices won't leave me alone. These voices. I opened my eyes. There she was standing there above me crying. Crying tears of blood. I yelled at her. I yelled for the nurse. I yelled for someone to come help me. Does that mean I'm the crazy one? No. I'm not crazy. I'm sane. I'm perfectly sane. I'm normal. Please. Help Me.

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