I open my eyes to a series of flashes and bright white light. I hear murmurs. Something pokes my hand, which is balled up into a fist.
I finally unclench it. It took all my will power, but I finally did it. Moving my arm, I grasped around for the thing that poked me. A sharp pain shoots up my arm, leaving me tingling. Rolling my head to the side, I saw about a million people! What did I do?
"She's awake!" someone shouts.
I flinch.
Ouch. Too loud. Is this a chamber or something?
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I watch carefully as she flinches, signalling that the man was too loud.
She sits there unmoving, then finally squeezes her cold eyes shut as if something else might happen.
"Shut up!" I whisper-yell to the guy. He was short, so he was in front of me, standing in the front row. He had a bald head, and his face looked... hard. The midget turned around.
His face softened, and he nodded, turning back around. I felt like a monster. Like everyone was afraid I might do something, hurt someone.
Someone flashes a camera in her face, asking her a million questions. Her beautiful eyes flutter open slightly, then close again. She doesn't even bother opening her mouth.
"All right, everybody out! Visiting time is over!" a nurse shouts.
I shoot the nurse a forced smile, before snaking through the crowd, to the very front. I had been pushed to the back of it by some news reporters when she finally opened her eyes.
"Josie?" I whispered.
Her eyes shot open. I watch her attempt to sit up, before adjusting the bed pillows for her.
YOU ARE READING
Lost At Heart
Fiction générale10 year old Josie has nothing but bad memories. The worst was being forced to watch her parents get murdered, but somehow she manages to get her memory of that day wiped, too. Will she ever find out what happened?
