Twas a simple and normal day, I was currently upstairs in my room reading a simple book. It was slightly boring, but the book always seemed to leave me on sort of amazing cliffhanger. If only something interesting would happen on this boring and seemingly lonely day... But of course my hopes were crushed at the sound of the dinner bell downstairs... or so I thought.
I made my way down the old wooden stairs, my eyes glancing every direction. My family was in the living room. Peculiar.... since I swore I had heard some sort of ding. I shrugged it off of course as a simple figment of my imagination, and that I shouldn't be worried about a thing. No, not at all.
Next came a loud bang, and a deafening ringing in my ears. I didn't really know what was going on, as muffled screams of my family passed through my ears. A heavy weight was on me, though I'm not entirely sure what. A sudden pain could be felt shocking through my body. If only I could scream, but I could not find the voice to do so. My eyes were blurred, to the point everything was a pitch black. But yet I was still conscious.
I wanted to yell 'Help me! I'm right here!!! PLEASE!' for the pain was so unbearably great. I wished for someone to help me. Tears streamed down face as a sticky liquid dripped from my head. I feared for the worse, thinking that I was done for. That this was my end. But I couldn't die yet!
Another thought ran through my head.... Where was my family? My mother , father, siblings. I hoped that they were alright. Memories flashed in my mind and timed seemed to slow tremendously. This was it..... My very end. Or at least I thought, until a shallow breath of someone could be felt over me. Suddenly the heavy weight was lifted off of me, and a muffled voice could be heard.
A sudden relief washed over me, as I felt two strong arms pick my bleeding body up. I felt crushed, paralyzed. The weight was gone, but the pain stayed, shattering and sparking through my body like a strong electricity of hate. What had I done to deserve such a horrible tragedy and torture?, I did not know.
I was laid down on something soft, and something comfortable. I started to go numb, my mind drifting off in its own little Wonderland of dreams and nightmares. Rushing thoughts of horror and anxiety.... for would I ever make it? From there my mind sank beneath the pillow and blankets and went off like a light. Maybe this truly was it.... maybe I wouldn't even make it to....
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hospital.............................................................................
