The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 18

"The FILTH!"

"SHIT!"

I heard silent footsteps coming toward wherever we were. 

"The brat! He fucking ditch us!" Owen yelled as he slapped me.

"Kill him! Let's do that fast! The cop would soon get to us!" The other guy yelled.

"You do it while I break the window," said Owen as he pulled the locked window. 

"Say Chao, kiddo!" He raised his gun on my forehead. 

The door was burst open, "Hands up!" One of the cops yelled Owen had already fled, the guy dropped his gun and the cop intercepted him, pinning him to the floor while he yelled and struggled.

"I wanna see my lawyers assholes!" He yelled as he was handcuffed.

If I wasn't beaten up, I would've burst out laughing, my vision became blurry and black spots began appearing in my view. The only thing I heard was "what the..." then I passed out.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself laying on soft pillows. I blinked my eyes trying to get rid of the dazzling light. 

I tried moving but my body ache like my bones were broken. I managed to sit up groaning. 

That's when the dreadful and tremendous headache started, my head was pounding, I could hear my heartbeat in my head, it was unbearable, I felt like reaping my head out of my shoulders and throwing it out of the window just to get rid of the pain. 

I tried recalling what happened, but couldn't my head hurt, I couldn't remember the incident, heck! I couldn't even remember my name, the only thing I knew at that moment was me laying on a white sheet, close to a beeping machine, with tubes connected to my body. 

I tried as hard as I could to remember but I couldn't, rather, the terrible pounding increased ten times worse than before.

I looked around the room and spotted my black jeans laying on the nightstand, I carelessly pulled the tubes from my body, reaching for my jeans, I sluggishly stood up moaning at the pain. 

I put my feet in the legs of the trousers, I zip and button-up. I took off the hospital itching gown, exposing my bandage-wrapped belly, I could only see half of my tattoo, the bandage passed from my left breast to my left shoulder descending to my back, and was wrapped around my belly. My scars were exposed, I hated to know that someone saw them. 

The door was pushed open and a nurse walked in.

"Oh, you are awake, lay down, don't hurt yourself," she said warmly.

"What am I doing here?" My voice was hoarse and raspy from long sleeping and pain.

"You were brought by the cops, covered with blood and a big cut with three broken ribs," she stated while dropping the tray on the nightstand. 

I raised my hand to my head just to feel a bandage. Everything came to me, the operation, Laura's kiss, the fight, Roger, the cops the torture.

"Damn it! The son of a bitch! I'll kill him-Ow!" I held my head, sitting on the bed. The nurse was staring at me with wide eyes.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" I yelled immediately regretting it, my head pounded more, and I groaned.

"I can get the psychologist if you want," she said, still staring at me with wide eyes.

"What? No! Ugh!" I took a deep breath to calm myself down, my emotions were taking the best of me, "I'm just tired," I said more calmly. 

"Y-you need to take your pills," she gave me a glass of water and some pills. I hesitated before taking them. I didn't want her to think I was a psycho. "And you need to contact your parents or guardians," hearing those words I unintentionally spit the water.