Groaning, I try to sit up. It’s hard though, considering I have tubes going in and out of me. Once I’m able to kind of sit up without feeling like I’m being punched in the stomach, I look around.
I’m in a room with white tiles, soft blue walls, two chairs, and much equipment. I’m sitting in a bed that’s much too uncomfortable for my liking. I immediately know where I am. A hospital.
Over the course of 14 years, I’ve been in many hospitals to recognize one immediately. I have never liked them, and shudder while looking at the dusty blue walls. I even knew what hospital I was in because of the number of times I’ve sat staring at the painting of the sunflower that was placed crookedly on the wall. I knew I was in his room, and the thought of anyone, even me, taking his room, makes me want to cry.
After a few silent tears and the numbers on the different monitors change, someone finally comes into the room.
“Hello, Mary. How are you feeling?” The man asks as he takes a seat. I know him; he’s one of the best doctors here.
“Umm, sore? I’m hurting a lot, and everything feels asleep right now.” I answer truthfully. My face hurts a lot, and I have a lot of bandages wrapped around my limbs and stomach area.
“Well, that’s expected, considering the crash you were in.” He says, and I nearly stop breathing. A crash? I was in an accident? When? I have no memory of any crash.
“Excuse me?” I say, when I finally regain my voice.
Doctor River’s sighs. “Can you remember anything, Mary? Anything at all, of the night of January twenty-seventh, two thousand fourteen?”
“I remember leaving my house at around four in the afternoon…” I said quietly, not quite sure what was going on.
“That all?” I nod my head.
“Well, Mary, around midnight, you were in a severe car crash. You’ve sustained multiple injuries including fractured ribs, which punctured your lungs. You also have various facial injuries. Shards of glass cut you up pretty bad, but your face suffered the most. You have a deep gash that we’ve stitched up, running along the right side of your face. You have a broken nose from impact, and other cuts and bruises on your face and head. Other than that, you have more cuts and bruises littering your body, which happens to most people in car crashes.”
I sat there in shock. That happened to me? I don’t remember anything other than leaving my house before dinner on that night.
“Who hit me?” I asked, because I honestly couldn’t even form a blurry picture of it.
“No one knows, no one was there. But by inspecting your car, it’s come to the conclusion that your brakes and headlights failed, and that’s why you were in the crash; because no one could see you.”
I absorb all of that information. I just couldn’t believe that I had gotten myself into this; and all because I refused to pay to get my car fixed a few months ago.
“Is that all?”
“That is all, Mary. If you have any more questions, or if you remember anything else, please let me know.” Doctor Rivers stood up, then left the room after checking my file once more.
Soon later, a nurse came in and told me that my family was here to see me.
“Mary! Oh my goodness! Are you okay? Are you in a lot of pain? What happened? We’ve been waiting for hours to see you!” My mother bombarded me.
Her dark hair was styled up neatly, and her makeup was put on perfectly. She did not look like she had been waiting for hours to see her injured daughter. My dad on the other hand, did.
He had dark bags under his eyes, which were frequent lately, but they seemed to be almost purple under this light instead of dark blue. His hair was a tousled mess on his head, and it seemed like the gel he always wore in it, was gone.
He bent down to hug me. “How are you?” he asked in a tone that sounded like he was talking to a toddler.
“Confused. Achy. Everything hurts.”
“What on earth happened?” My mother shrieked. She always was one to raise her voice on everything; she needed to be in control, and that was her way.
I sighed, not even knowing myself. “I don’t really know, mom. The doctor explained most of it… ask him if you want to know correctly.”
I was so tired, and I just wanted to go back to sleep. I could feel the drugs kicking in, and I was getting loopier and loopier by the minute.
“Lorena, I think we should give her time to rest before we ask any more questions. She looks tired and too drugged up to speak right now.” My dad says after a while when no words were exchanged.
My mother sighs, leans down to kiss my cheek, and then leaves with my father trailing behind her.
I lay down, staring at the crooked painting, before drifting into a drugged up dreamland…
A/N So here’s the first chapter!! Thank you guys for reading, and please make sure to vote! Xx -M
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Scars || m.c AU
Fanfiction"She shouldn't be alive, you know?" "I know, but she's a fighter; not a lover." ------------------------------------------------ A story in which a girl who has endured too much, falls for a boy just trying to make everything right.
