Revenge: hurt, beat and killed

chapter one

WELL!!! here it is!!! the next book to, my boyfriend's a murderer?

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Chapter one-

I tried to open my eyes, inhaling a sort of officey smell... like a hospital. Some sort of tube run up in my nose which freaking was annoying and smelt funny. I sighed. Am I in a hospital? I tried to open my eyes again, feeling them slowly peel open. I sucked in a deep breath quickly, just like I've been revived. "Baby!" a deep voice bellowed, I widen my eyes, pushing up with my arms and shrinking away from where ever the voice came from. "Baby sis , baby don't worry, it's not Brandon. It's Jason." he said. My vision was blurred and colorless. I couldn't really make out any shapes or colors. Why... why can't I see! Why! I patted my hands around, patting my legs, my arms, the bed, and someone's muscled arm. "I. I. I can't see... I can't see!" I yelled, panicking, I frantically scanned my eyes around. Only seeing lines of certain things. "Baby sis, sis," Jason whispered, I could feel him move onto the bed, causing the bed to dip down towards him.

"Sis, you can't see." he said, I could hear the sadness in his voice, "Not for now at least," he whispered, wrapping a comforting yet awkward arm around me and pushing my head over so that it'd be leaning on his shoulder. What happened... why am I here. Why is some stupid needle sticking into my hand... this is crazy! I'm not hurt! I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine.

I opened my mouth slowly, thinking about my words, "What. Happened." is what I said in a shaky and unsettled voice. Jason rubbing his hand up and down my forearm, sighing. "You don't remember do you." he asked. Reaching over me and lifting me a bit so that I would be comfortably laid out. He stood and pressed a button on the bed, making the bed shift and shake, lying me down back.

Jason lightly pushed my bangs out of my face, he seems so nice now, unlike usual. "I found you on the floor on your room, with blood all over you and you not breathing. I called 911 before I gave you CPR. I luckily got you breathing in time for the paramedics to get you." he explained, gently brushing his fingers on the side on my face. "I thought I lost you," he laughed hysterically. "My baby sister... even if I hated you.. a lot. I just can not have you in my life. Your always there for me," he sniffed. I felt something wet drop onto my hand. "oh awe, Jason don't cry," I whimpered, trying to comfort him.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax my muscles. I could feel the tightness of the stitches sown into my skin. Two on my stomach and one long gash down my arm. This is all to much to handle. I kept blinking until I got too tired to keep them open. I slowed my breathing, and dozed off to sleep. Goodnight world.