Mind full of monsters

A new start?

The last thing I remember? Hayden pushing me over the edge of the road, falling down a rocky hull , him saying he loved me then turning into dust under the monsters grip. I cried for all that I had lost and all that would change, I cried for the pain I was feeling and all the pain I would come to feel.

I cried because I didn't know any better.

The hospital was bright and well lit, my eyes struggled to focus under their harsh glare. The first day I had returned to consciousness, my mind had been dulled on massive amounts of pain relief and other drugs making their way through my system. The second day, my eyes opened but as soon as they did they closed again, my body still too weak to work properly. The third day I finally had all my strength back, I opened my eyes, sat up and took in New York City for all its so called glory.

A duty nurse had walked past only minutes ago and gasped at the sight of the supposed dead girl sitting up. She had rushed away and now I was surrounded by tons of eyes staring at me, prodding me and asking a million and one questions.

When I rolled over and ignored them, they all left apart from a nurse who was holding a tray of food, expecting I would be hungry. I nudged it with my finger then pushed it away from me. She sighed picking up the tray and then she left as well, leaving me all alone once more.

For days, I laid in bed, doing nothing but stare at ceiling, re-living the worst days of my life. Nurses visited day after day, trying to coax food into me, but each day I refused them.

One morning when I was lying on my side, staring at the wall, following the pattern with my eyes, a woman walked in, her heels clicking against the cold, marbled floor. Great, a business lady. She sat on the visitors chair beside my bed, . She reached down into her bag and pulled out a notebook which she put gently on her lap. I rolled over and looked at her. Her hair was black and scraped off her face into a tight bun apart from the one tendril which had escaped, her manicured fingers were holding a pen, her shirt- partially concealed by the black blazer she was wearing - was tucked into her long skirt. Her long lashes framed her brown doe eyes and her lips were painted red. "Hello Kaiya, how are you today? I'm Maya, by the way. I'm here to help you get on with your life as swiftly and painlessly as possible", Maya explained. I blinked at her and rolled back over. "I know this is hard for you, especially considering you have only just moved to America and are due to start a new school soon," Maya continued gently. I blew a piece of fluff off the edge of my blanket and watched it drift slowly to the floor. "I just want to help," Maya whispered, her voice betraying the sympathy she held for me.

"It's Kai. Do you think I'm about to stand up and walk out of this hospital like nothing happened?" I asked, my voice growing louder with each word. I rolled over and sat up for the first time in days, I stared her straight in the eyes, unblinking. Maya coughed and sat up straighter, "this will take some time but the first thing you can do is get up and eat, start with small steps and work your way up," Maya started, pausing for an answer, when she didn't get one she continued, "our aim is to get you up and running in time for your first day of school..." she trailed off, realising her mistake. School? Were they serious?! I had just lost everything and they were concerned about my education! I looked at the door, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I thought about walking through it.

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I stepped into New York's rain and lifted my face to it, the water washed over my skin, cooling me down and giving me a little piece of home. I help the crutches firmly, unable to get my hands to sit right in the foreign objects. Maya was holding the door open of a stereotypical American cab, yellow with a checked border. I sat down on the far side, pretending to listen to Maya explaining everything that would happen now. I nodded and mumbled replies whenever it was needed but apart from that I stared out the window, thinking about my family.