Cockroach Chick

Chapter 2: Hate to break it too you...

I remember waking up in this same exact bed. My ancle was heavily bandaged up, in white cloth. Confused as I was, I tried to get up, but failed as sense of shock and pain went through me and I fell dully to the bed with a whimper. So I just sat there recapturing what had happened recently.

I then noticed some crutches leaning casually against the wall, so I leaned to the side carefully stretching my hand and picked them up. Slowly raising my body off the bed with the aid of the old crutches, I limped down the hall in search for someone, anyone. While I was halfway down the hall, it all came back and slapped me hard across the face.

I could have been captured by the bombers, I thought frantically. I took the pocket knife hastily out of my bra ( it's actually a good place to keep your most valuable possessions) and that's when I noticed the lady on the phone at the end of the hall. She was dressed in a sort of Nurses outfit so I was pretty confident she didn't have any weapon on her.

I quietly snuck up behind her and when I was about arms length away I dropped a crutch and lunged at her. Forcing her hands behind her back, I used them to slam her against the wall, my knife pressed against her neck, I squinted at her suspiciously, and demanded answers from her.

"Y-Y-Your'e in a f-f-oster home. the b-bus must have dr-droped you off," she whispered silently through her stuttering. I couldn't blame her, I would've taken a shit to if someone twice my size got me in a head lock with a knife held at my throat! As soon as she finished her explanation, I dropped the knife and let her go. I just stood there, in shock...tears threatning to spill out of my eyes. It was just to much to take in at one time.

One moment im watching the school I was suppose to be in burst in flames, and the next I'm in a foster home holding some poor lady in a headlock.I still couldnt believe it. My familly was dead? Dead. As in no longer living. No longer breathing. No longer... there.

I was so caught up in the moment, that I hadn't noticed Mrs.Pufferman take out a gun and traced it to my head. That's pretty much where hatred started, and I think there was mor-   "BANG!" the sound of the rifle crack outside cut my thoughts off once more. I shrugged and flopped onto my stomach leting the rest of my thoughts drif me into a deep sleep.