A Living Fancy

Elevate

Immediately I started to panic, today felt like the worse day of my life. I couldn't really comprehend what was going on all at once, but the person drawing a blade coming from the elevator was coming like a storm I had yet to prepare for.

While panicking I started to take the other way for the steps to get to Tim's room. I immediately started running, I passed the first floor & the second floor until I paused in shock after coming into realization that footsteps were approaching me faster, and faster. They we're faster than I was running up the stairs but I wasn't trying to get caught.

I reached the third floor and started pacing down the hallway looking for room 924, when I met the door I hesitated before opening then, I just opened it not worrying about anything that could behind the door.

When I opened the door it was empty, Tim wasn't there & I didn't know where he was my mind starting pounding.

My vision started to go away, I started breathing heavily and rapidly. My mind was full of sadness, pain, and fear that I couldn't handle of all those thoughts all in my mind at once.

I wasn't thinking and my body wasn't listening to my brain. I knew my body wasn't prepared for what I was about to do, I jumped out of

The window in Tim's room knocking me unconscious.

* Hours Later *

I awake to beeping noises, coming from the machine I was hooked up to. I was in the hospital Tim was in, but there was still a question on my mind where was Tim?

My mind had totally skipped the fact that I'm still alive, I jumped out of a window on the 9th floor. I tried to remove the cover from my body but I was way too weak.

After a few minutes of struggling, the doctor finally walked in with a clipboard, he said "Hello Ms.Mastisson." I nodded my head. He said," it looks like you really took a fall there huh?" My eyes lowered.

I was truly ashamed of the way I have been acting, and by the way he was looking at me he thought I was weak. But I wasn't weak, and I wasn't going to let him treat and look at me like I was.

I snarled and said " Listen I'm not crazy nor weak so drop the sympathy, you don't have anything to say to comfort me, nor anything else to say to me so please exit this room."

He got up and said,"listen I never said you were crazy nor weak, but by the way you are acting, and how defensive you are I think you should seek psychotic attention from a medical student here at this hospital."

After that he left, I felt stranded I didn't want the doctor to leave I didn't mean what I said and I felt kinda sorry for the way I acted.

I was embarrassed I didn't want to be here anymore, I wouldn't say that the doctor set me straight but I will say that, he gave me a lot to think about.

I unplugged my Iv that I was hooked up to and it started to beat rapidly, I was stable in my mind and I knew that, but I wasn't staying in this hospital for another moment.