A stranger stands behind a glass wall, mouthing words to me that I struggle to hear. It's a man. He's tall and wide lipped, angry and resentful.
"Leave me alone!" I cry, slamming my fists against the panes. The glass cracks into shards and the stranger clasps his grubby hands around my neck.
"You should be sorry!" he yells, shaking me like a rag doll.
"Why?" I scream, tears running down my face. "Why should I be sorry?!" My frustration burns an angry power inside my head and I shake myself out of the strangers firm grip.
He vanishes in an instant. I am left standing in an empty room with a single chair right in the center. I walk towards it, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
"Cole? Josie?" I ask into the cold and musky room. Their names feel disgusting rolling off my tongue and a sour taste burns my throat.
A young, bright eyed, older childhood version of Shay and Damian mixed together appears out of thin air. She walks towards me, stretches out on her tip toes and whispers in my ear.
"Your fault." My heart clutches and I collapse to the ground. My eyes blink and Josie morphs into Cole.
"Your fault," he says in a young childish voice that sounded too sinister coming from his innocent demeanor.
Cole morphs into Lee right before my eyes, and steps towards me.
"Your fault."
The floor around me crumbles. Lee vanishes. My head starts to spin and I curl up in a ball in the empty blackness around me.
"I'm sorry."
...
I shifted uncomfortably on my shoulder and rolled onto my back. My head throbbed and
my throat felt dry and sore.
I blinked while my eyes adjusted to strong white lights, blinding and bright.
"She's waking up," someone said, their voice hushed and scared.
"Someone call the nurse," a familiar voice added on.
A nurse? Why am I in a hospital? Images of last night suddenly sparked in my head and I coughed and spluttered.
I sat up in shock and breathed heavily. Somebody put their hand on my shoulder while I shook myself out of a heavy daze.
"Where's Lee?" I ask, my voice raspy and like a stranger's.
"She's in the ward, honey." Mum?
"She's in a coma." Dad?
"I shouldn't of let her go! This is my fault!" Annette?
"She's alive?" I choke out. My hand touches my temple and I recoil in pain.
"Don't move, darlin'. It'll just hurt more," a sweet unfamiliar voice says.
An oval face, bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair tied back in a ponytail stares back at me. "I'm you're nurse, Dolly."
I nod and she puts a small skinny hand on my head. "Good girl. I'll be right back, ya hear?" I nod again because I don't want to say anything.
She disappears from my view and I shut my eyes.
All I remember was being on the road with Lee in my arms and a stranger calling the emergency services.
I wiggle further down the bed and pull the stark white sheet up to my neck.
I feel my body feeling lighter and more surreal, before returning to pitch blackness.
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I'm Fine
Teen Fiction'I'm Fine.' Imgoen fears the day her past will come back to haunt her. Her stupidty, idiocy and the trauma of her childhood. She wants to forget it all, but when an old friend (and enemy) moves to her neighbourhood and school, keeping her secret is...
