"I need an oxygen mask now! Come on honey, stay with us!"
"How is she still alive?"
"She's a tough one. She'll make it! Call for back up now! Come on honey, stay with us, stay with us please."
The feeling of someone pushing on my chest repeatedly, the feeling of the oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. My fingers regain their senses. A horrible, excruciating pain runs through my ribs, and my legs, and my right arm as no sensation. My eyes flutter open, seeing a blurry figure, like a man, over me, trying to save me. Behind him, the red and blue flashing lights tell me there's been an accident, followed by the horrible sound of the sirens filling the air. My vision clears up, and I see an ambulance, broken glass and a lot of blood.
"We got her," the man says, and is joined by another man. "Carefully, one, two, three, lift!"
Pain shoots through my body, and I want to scream, but no sound escapes me. I'm set on a not-so-comfy bed and am carried to the back of an ambulance.
A little light shine into my eyes, making me cringe, followed my the man snapping his fingers in my ears. The other man prepares something, bringing a bag of liquid, and bandages, in his other hand, a needle. I look at him, tears filling my eyes as the fear sinks in. What's happening? Why am I here?
"Put pressure on her right shoulder, she's losing a lot of blood," says the man as he works on my left side. A pinching feeling starts on my left arm, and the bag of clear liquid hangs over me. He moves to my left leg, cutting my leggings and ripping them enough to wrap my other wound.
"She needs a blood transfusion, she's losing colour. Stay away sweetie, talk to me, what's your name?"
"T-Taylor..." I croak, barely audible. My eyelids begin to droop.
"Stay awake Taylor. Stay awake we're almost here!" The man grabs the oxygen mask, pumping it repeatedly.
My eyes droop, and a black weight covers me, losing all control of my body.
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Beep. Beep beep. Beep. Beep beep.
Sounds surround me. The continuous pattern of the unknown beeping sound beside me, the sound of something dripping slowly, like a faucet that isn't shut off all the way. Then the smells, sterile, like vinegar. The smell of blood and alcohol, and bad hospital food makes me gag.
The fear comes back again, and suddenly, everything begins to throb. My left arm now has a pinching sensation, while my right arm has a tube running through it, with red liquid in it. My left arm as clear liquid, and that's when I realize, it's an IV and blood transfusions. My left leg is casted, and propped up from something hanging from the roof. I look around, my sight and hearing strengthening.
No one is in the room. Just monitors, and buttons, and bags. Those are my company. I look down at my hands again, seeing my wrists taped up, almost like someone was trying to hide my cuts.
I stare blankly in front of me as memories begin to come back, and that's when I remember my dream.
Nathan was sitting beside me, holding my hand as we cuddled on the couch. His hand ran through my hair as we watched a movie, just laying there, happy as ever. But then I woke up, and I was laying on the hard cement of the road, surrounded by chaos, and glass, and awful sounds.
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Nathan's POV
"This next song, is our new single, called Glow In The Dark, we hope you like it!" Max yells into the microphone. The music starts and we jump around, touching fans hands, watching as they scream, or cry, or both.
Jay was right, singing takes my mind off of Taylor, but I'm still worried. Kevin has my phone, and I hope that if she called, he'd answer, but normally, he doesn't.
As I finish my part, a light tap touched my shoulder. I turn around, seeing Kevin, standing behind me with a worried expression.
"Everything alright?" I shout over the sound of blaring music and screaming fans.
"We just got a call from an ambulance. In the background, sirens were going off...Nathan, Taylor's has been in an accident, and it's serious."
I stare blankly at the man in front of me. Suddenly, the sound of screaming fans and music disappears, and there's just the sound of Kevin's voice. 'Taylor's been in an accident' repeats in my head over and over again.
I drop the microphone on the stage, making an awful screeching sound that scares the crowd, but I don't stop. I run backstage, passed the fans touching me, trying to get my attention. Behind me, the sound of my name is being shout by four other boys, but I ignore them. Tears sting my eyes and my vision becomes blurred. I push the 'EXIT' door open, running as far and as hard as I can until my asthma kicks in. I grab my puffer, taking a quick puff before collapsing to the cold sidewalk. I hold my body as I rock back and forth, my body shaking with the sobs that escape me.
"Nathan!" Siva's voice calls behind me. Four pairs of feet stop beside me, and the boys crouch down to my level.
I am pulled into a warm group hug as I sob the words that hurt me the most. "Taylor's been hurt."
YOU ARE READING
The Demons In My Head
أدب الهواةTaylor Williams, a recent graduate from a small town in Canada, is finally making the decision. After her mother and father were killed in a car accident, she's ready to leave her bad memories behind, and TRY to start fresh. Her best friend, Hilary...
