There was a horrible pain that I felt. But I couldn't move. I must not be conscious... I tried to imagine wiggling my fingers, but to my frustration, nothing happened. So this is what it's like to be unconscious? I had never been beaten to the point that I've lost consciousness.
This must be bad. But maybe it was a good thing. Maybe I could finally be in peace with mother and father. I felt a spark of hope light up in my chest. But as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared. What about my promise to mom? My heart sank. I told her I would do as she told me. This couldn't be the end.
What had I been taught as a kid? Oh, right. Say a prayer to God... I had never believed in God, seeing as though s/he has never seemed to be there for me, but it really was my last hope....right? And it's how I raised. To say a prayer when things were tough. Things were bound to get better.
Here goes nothing... I said to myself in my head.
Dear God,
I hope you hear me out. I know I have never been grateful for your presence, but it has come to my attention that you may be able to help me out at the moment.
I feel so stupid.
You see, things haven't been going so great. Right now, I'm not conscious. I could be dead pretty soon, for all I know. Not that that would matter, since no one cares for me... But I made a promise with my mom. And I can't break it now. Not after all I've been through. So I guess what I"m saying is... God, please answer my prayer and help me find out why I'm meant to still be alive. Help me find what killed my parents. Help me find why. Please......
Please.
My finger suddenly twitched, and my eyes flew open. I tried to get up, but my head felt to heavy. I laid it back down, having no sense of direction. Blinking, I tried to figure out what had happened. Every muscle that moved, made me shout out in pain. I checked my arms, and legs, and back, to find deep gashes and marks spread out. I reached into my pocket, and grabbed my phone. Stupid Blake. Didn't think off taking my phone away. Poor bastard was too drunk to cover up. Too bad, I can't blow his cover now. I'd be kicked out of the house, and this was where I supposedly was supposed to be. With shaky hands, I was barely able to dial, but I managed to.
9-1-1.
After the first ring, someone picked out.
Hello, 9-1-1 what's your problem?
I thought quietly to myself. What IS my problem?
Uhh... I can't move.... I managed to gasp out quietly, with every word, my chest starting to close up more.
Excuse me?
I can't.....breathe... or move.... 125.... Highland...Ave... help.
Help will be sent right away young man! Whatever you do, try to stay awake!
The voice sounded genuinly concerned, but I knew they weren't. I mean, how many calls a day do the police recieve? It can't be too sad for another person to die before they arrive. I tried to keep my eyes open, and I can vaguely remember the sirens in the distance. They put me on a stretcher, and tried to reassure me that I'd be fine. And I believed them.
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Rubbing my eyes, I looked around. Everything was white, so white it almost stung. I looked down at my attire. All that I was wearing was a blue dressy robe of some sort. It looked like girl clothing... but that was the least of my concern. Noticing a red button, I pressed it, and a nuse came running in.
"Oh honey! You're finally awake." She gushed out, excitedly and somewhat relieved. Relieved? Why on earth....
"How long was I out?" I asked, not entirely wanting the answer.
"Only about a day, but I was hoping I could speak to you." I nodded, urging for her to continue. "So basically, you had some pretty bad wounds, but it's nothing we couldn't fix. We stitched you up, and you're all good to go." I somehow sensed a but. "But.." Ah, there it was. "We will need a gaurdian's signature in order for you to be realsed, assuming you are under the age of 18.
"Oh.. Um. My parents are dead." I said quietly.
"I'm sorry to hear, dear. Is there anyone else we can reach?" I thought about it. I guess I could give them Aunt Alice's cell phone number... surely she's not with Blake?
"Yeah... my Aunt Alice. I can give you her number... But I don't know if she'll pick up." The nurse smiled warmingly.
"It's okay sweetie. We'll do our best with what's available. After giving her the number, she left swfitly, leaving me alone.
At this moment, I hadn't felt so alone. In a hospital bed, with no one being concerned about me. No one cared if I was dead or not. No one even KNEW me. I was pretty much rubbish to the world. Might as well be.
I didn't deserve to live. There were so many more amazing people out there, who had it so much worse, but managed to keep a smile on their face. With not one complaint, they live their terrible lives. Not a single time wishing they were dead. I feel horrible that the world is wasting time on me, when a much more deserving child could be living a better live. I have no right to complain. I was very fortunate... But I hadn't done anything to have a reason to live. I was just me. The boy no one notices. The boy no one knows exists.
Just Liam. Nothing-special Liam.
And that's all I'd ever be.
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It turned out that Alice had answered her phone, and came running down to visit me. It seems as though there was one person on this earth who cared for me. She hugged me tightly, and whispered that things would get better. I wanted to believe, I really did. I found myself hoping she was right. But I'd just have to wait to find out if it were to become a reality...
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Sorry, it's short. I just didn't want to start my homework... XD
Just a to-know, this isn't a short story. I do plan on writing quite a lot more. It may move slowly in the beginning, but it's only to describe his situation in greater details, so he can then move on. Once he starts moving forward, then it will become more interesting. :D So bear with me! <3
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