Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes shoot open, the faint beeping sound closing in on my ears. Distortion hazes over me, a blur of colours, mostly white.
Am I dead? No, I can’t be. Ha, how stupid of me to even suggest that.
Chalky light reflects into my eyes, the muscles working hard to adjust my vision. My pupils’ sting, as it is all too bright for me at the moment. I try to take a peek for where I am. Groaning, I shut my eyes once again, the stiffness of my joints reeling in. I can feel a light breeze beside me, and a feeble sound of a television. The faint beeping sound continues. Traffic roars, although muffled, from the direction of the breeze. I turn my head, my eyes still narrowed into slits, as I stare out the large window, onto the busy traffic below. But the traffic is really down below. Now I can reconsider the question, am I actually dead? I crook my neck over to my left, this time allowing my eyes to open fully. A boy with golden hair and brilliant blue eyes, smiles at me. He is using the remote control, covered in white sheets up to his hips.
“Where are we?” I whisper, my voice still a little croaky.
“Heaven,” he replies, and I believe him for a split second. “Nah, we’re in the hospital.”
“Ashton?”
“Thank God, you remember me.” I giggle, him pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead as a sign of relief. How could I ever forget him? “I recall that you suffered heaps more than I did,” he says, then in a murmur, “although I did jump off a building.” We both laugh. “You tripped down the stairs and hit your head, then you went to get help, then fell on the concrete. I really do hope you didn’t lose that many brain cells, even if you have an excess of them.”
It comes in flashbacks and echoes of my panic. But why did we do such moronic things? Oh yeah, my diary. That stupid book.
“Right.” I gape at him, and I can feel myself buzzing as his eyes are also on me.
“Your diary nearly ruined your life,” he says, purposely melodramatic. I chuckle weakly, still struggling to sit up. My hair is probably in a state of mayhem, curly and knotted all over the pillow.
“How long have we been here?” I feel bedridden. My body is still rigid, stuck in the exact same position.
He laughs. “In fact, I have no idea. I’ve only been up for about an hour. By the way, the bandage looks great on you.”
I press my hand against the wound on my forehead, applying a little too much pressure.
“Ow!” I exclaim. “But you know what would really be cool? If you wrapped ourselves in bandages and roamed the hospital going, ‘uhh’.”
There is some small chatter outside of the door, and I can see a head in the small window. A nurse, wearing a full white suit, walks in, holding a clipboard. She smiles, her eyes crinkling, as she walks to the heart rate monitor.
“You’re both wide awake, I see. Ms Winters, darling, try not to move. Your head has suffered a lot of blood loss, so you’ll feel really dizzy if you sit up.” The nurse walks over hurriedly to the computer, typing in some information, then making a call.
“You can send them in, both Mr Gray and Ms Winters are awake.” The nurse, named Katelyn, as I can see on her tag, turns to us, her smile still there. “You have some visitors.”
Two sets of parents walk in, one pair with dark hair and the other with blonde. Josh also walks in, staring at the ground, with his hands in the pockets of his worn-out jeans. My dad runs over to me, draping his arms over, his head resting on my shoulder.
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My Double Life
Teen FictionA tragedy changed me. Misery consumed me. The cataclysm that was my sister's death, transformed me into two different people. She died because of what people thought of her. And that is not going to happen to me. My parents wanted her to be a perfe...
