No one can hear me.
I'm alone.
These people that surround me feel like ghosts. What if I'm the ghost?
I can feel the soft ground beneath me. The crunching of the snow as I dash chaotically between people who hold those closest to my heart in their palms. My parents, my little brother.
I see them, and I see myself. How can I see myself? How am I able to walk and breathe and live? How is this possible? I'm supposed to be dead. A choked sob rises up from the back of throat. Why aren't I dead?
I choose.
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The back of the ambulance is hectic, emergency medics frantically attending to the body in front of me. It feels empty and white though, the brightness of the snow climbing though the small windows on the back doors. The cold intruding the small space is crawling inside my skin and creeping up my bones, making a shiver run down my spine. My whole body aches and I am unable to prevent the hot salty tears from rolling down my cheeks. My normally pristine strawberry blonde hair is crazily sprawled across the pillows as I stare at myself on the stretcher. I look pale and lifeless, my face covered with a breathing monitor. I look almost dead.
The same thoughts repeatedly run through my mind like a treadmill, never ending.
Is Teddy okay?
What happened to Mom and Dad?
What's going to happen to us?
I don't know where I'm going, as I glance outside the windows watching the scenery swirl by in a rush. I'm pretty sure a hospital. God, I hope a hospital.
Just like that.
My whole life, my whole plan completely rearranged and repositioned and disoriented to the point where I'm left, with almost nothing. How could this happen to me? Me, Lydia. The girl who thinks about the Cello and whether a letter is waiting for me at home, and about Stiles.
Stiles!
I wonder where he is at this moment. This desperate moment in my life. I remember his deep brown eyes, his dark hair and his overall beautiful face. I feel selfish. How I can think of him at a time like this?
The machine beeping in front of me, predicting if I shall live or die. Its not possible for me to see this. See myself, lying there, limp and lifeless. Empty and unaware and so so so cold. It's crawls inside of, sitting upon my lungs like a weight, a burden almost.
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A darkness engulfs me, a heavy blackness which swallows me whole, like a wave of unconsciousness.
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