The Choice

Chapter 1

I couldn't see anything. I couldn't feel or move. All I could do was listen. I could hear the sound of the ocean slapping against me, into my ears. I could hear the movement of the sand as the waves washed around me. So quiet, so peaceful, until I heard the screams.

I heard police telling everyone to calm down and step away. I wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on but they were tightly shut.

"Ma'am, is this your daughter?" A deep, but gentle, voice asked. "Yes." I heard my moms words, barley above a whisper. She sounded sad and afraid. I wanted to stand up and comfort her but my body sealed me to the ground. "Ok, the ambulance are on their way. You can ride with her, but while we lift her and get her ready we need you to stand back." I could hear my mom start to say something but then choke up and walk away.

I'd never heard so much hurt from my mom. I wanted to get up and be with her. What was wrong with me? I tried with all I had to get up, to open my eyes, to scream out to my mother. I tried to kick, to do anything to be noticed, but I was stuck.

"She's going into seizures!" I heard the man yell. "We need to get her on morphine and seal her up stat!"

I heard sirens fill up the air around me blocking out any other sound. It was too loud. I felt so dizzy. I heard the grains of sand crinkle beneath my body as someone lifted me. A shot of pain jerked through my entire body. I screamed at the pain, but all that managed to escape was the tiniest of a whimper. And then there was nothing.

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My eyes flutter open and I hear a small, slow, beep to my right. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust before I realize I'm in a hospital room. I sit up and look around me. There's a small TV in front of me but it's shut off. The clock to my right reads 2:16am. The desk to my left is filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and all sorts of cards. To my right, in the far corner, my mom is slumped motionless in a chair. Her brown wavy hair is pulled into a tight,greasy, pony tail. Her skin is pale and her eyes have deep bags under them.

"Mom." I say, but I can barley even hear my self. I clear my throat and say it again but louder. "Mom." She doesn't stir. She must be out from whatever happened. I lay back down hoping things will come to me. When my head hits the pillow pain flies through out my body. I bolt upright again and the pain is gone.

That's when I realize the pastiness of my skin tone. I look behind me in horror.

I had waken up, but my body hadn't.