This chapters a litle bit shorter...by about seven pages or so.... oh well.... you finally get to meet her savior- if he is a savior....hope you enjoy the latest little part....
Chapter two
I woke up to a hundred pains and a thousand pleasantries, which managed to confuse my poor muddled mind. Everything was sore, everything rung with a silent agony, but it was toned down. Like I could grasp that I was suffering but a cloak prevented me from really feeling all of the damage, and for that I was glad. Because just this slight taste kept a foreboding darkness hovering at the edges of my frayed mind, and I could only imagine what it would feel like to have the whole crushing sensation pounding down on me.
Something nagged at me. Something told me something was wrong. Something didn't belong. But I couldn't pin point it and it was too much effort to concentrate...
"I...She's still not...no...maybe tomorrow she'll.....can you get some..." My hearing wavered in and out like when you're listening to the radio and the signal gets all crappy and hitchy, but from what I could hear I could it was my mother speaking. Why was she here? Where was here? Another stab of pain hit my brain like an archers arrow and I decided that it was very god to just float on nothingness. Too bad nothingness had other plans.
A tingling vibrated through my arms, over my shoulders, across my spine, down my legs... and then it all turned to pain, a never ending, all consuming world of pain that burned and singed. Suddenly I found my vocal cords... screamed. And just like that I was hurled from my cozy little 'between world' and chucked back into a world where pain is very, very real- the real world.
Sound flooded back. Feeling. Smell. Sight.
Just like that I was in absolute agony. From the lights, the overpowering smell of soap, the loud yells, and the pain that seemed to be everywhere I was.
"- call the doctor!"
"-Samantha, darling, it's all right, you're safe, and-"
My spine arched off the cushioning of a mattress and thing wrenched themselves out of the crook of my elbow. "AHHHHH!" loud beeps where assaulting the air, making my ear drums bleed. Desperately I covered my ears and tried to block out the sounds but another spasm took hold and I bounced back onto the bed. Someone's hands cupped my face, turned my head.
"Samantha! Samantha look at me!" I could see her face. My moms. Her soft brown eyes and button nose. I tried to focus on that, just the familiarity that I felt seeing her, but another volt of pain lanced through me and I lifted of the bed again.
"AAAAHHHH!"
The door burst open, people whirled in talking and stabbing nails of agony into my head with each step. I didn't want to listen to all this, just wanted to return to that haven... but every time I reached for it something tugged me back no matter how much I fought. Tears glimmered in the corners of my eyes, warm liquid ran in rivers down my arms. The people were trying to restrain me, strap me down. I didn't want to resist them- I didn't want to resist anyone, just wanted to escape this place, but my limbs acted of there own accord and thrashed about, managing to hit some people and their struggles became harsher.
"She's not settling down!"
"If we don't get her to stop she'll cause even more damage to herself!"
"Sedate her already, god damn it!"
My hair seemed to be every where- an inescapable net covering my face and catching on everything. I shrieked as someone gave it a sharp yank. My head was roughly shoved to the side so I had to face the window that showed the setting sun. The bed shifted and then I yelped as the red rays of light cut across my vision. So much suffering....
I wanted it it all go away.
Just leave me alone.
If I could've I would've just let myself drifted but that cursed tugging kept me firmly in this life. Silently I let out a few curses. Damn my life. Damn the world I just wanted to-
"-Uhn!"
Pain laced its way through the tendants of my neck and I lay frozen, everything moving except me. I felt stuff entering me from the painful point. Couldn't do anything about it. There was another- less bothersome- sting as something jerked away and then I was being rolled onto my back again. The world was going fuzzy...sound fading again. I saw the grey haired man leaning away, a syringe securely in his hand. Air left me in a rush.
"-What is that going to do!" my moms voice had an echo.
"Don't worry, it's just something to calm her down, she'll be conscious again soon enough."
The edges of my sight started flecking away. With the last of my strength I managed to turn my head to face the window again.
"Are you sure?"
"Quite. Now come on, we'll get you some coffee..."
The door closed.
But I wasn't focused on that. Standing by the window was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen... he had hair the color of sun bathed wheat and eyes a clear turquoise. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not... And I didn't want it to be a dream, I wanted him to be real... His lips lifted in a dazzling smile. And then he spoke.
"Always getting yourself into trouble, kitten- when will you ever learn?"
Was he an angel? He sounded like an angel... was he my guardian angel?...
The angel at my window chuckled and looked out the window. "No Samantha... you've got it all wrong... I'm the farthest thing from it."
The medicine finally swept over me.
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