*mollys prospective*
I looked into the eyes of the man. He had almost black eyes. They looked almost as if they belonged to a demon. His large sausage finger was pointed at Timothy who was as white as a sheet. The man hand blonde almost white hair and just as pale skin. His lips where pressed into a fine line and he looked beyond furious. Timothys hand shook.
"Why hello son." That's when shock hit me. Those three words crashed down on me. I bet it had the same effect for timothy as well.
This was crossing the line.
"Howed you get here?" Timothys voice shook and his eyes where full of fear.
"Oh you know just a scared father worrying over his son that fell down the stairs." He faked a sympathetic face and put a hand over his heart.
"You mean was pulled down the stairs?" His head snapped to me.
I untangled my hand from timothys and stood up. My feet where planted on the ground and I glared at him. My arms folded up on my chest and I glared at him.
"Get out." I said through gritted teeth. He looked shock but was quickly covered up with a smirk.
"No."
"Yes... Or else." I didn't know what I'd do but I decided it's be bad.
"Or else what?"
I screamed a blood curdling scream. He charged towards me and a nurse came in right when he raised his hand. I looked at her with pleading eyes as his hand came in contact with my face and I fell backwards. My head hit the chair and I grew dizzy. I held my face and smiled into my palm. He must of noticed my reaction because when he turned around an angry mob of nurses crowded the door way. Some where yelling down the halls to call nine one one, others searching for a way to reach me without crossing paths with him.
I smiled more into my palm and locked eyes with Timothy. He looked shaken. I tried to stand up but got woozy in a matter of seconds. Sitting down would be best for me. I slumped back down resting my head against the chair and closed my eyes. Drowsiness consuming my body soul and mind.
I awoke in a haze. The ivory blinds where pulled up inviting in a warm ray of sunshine. It splattered all over the floor and made it look welcoming. I stretched a yawned. Sleep still was covering my body. A crooked smile came over my face as I realized Timothy was safe. I tried to get up but once again cords covered me. I sighed a loud sigh and fell back on the bed.
"Nurse?" I called out into the unknown of the hospital.
A plump woman with white hair came hustling in. Her blue scrubs sourrounded her and she smiled a kind smile.
"Hello sweety, your up I see. Howed you sleep."
"Good." I yawned.
"Where is my friends?" I sat up and looked around. She just shooed me away and started fixing my bed sheets.
"Uh miss?" She still wouldn't answer me.
I started to get up and pull cords from my body and she pushed me down on the bed.
"Stop this nonsense honey, we wouldn't want to tell this to Greg now would we?" She started laughing and it hit me like a ton of bricks... This was her. This was Mary.
"Howed you get here?" I glared at her.
"Just came here to kill you that's all." She pulled a long jagged knife out of her scrubs and charged at me. She then went through me and was on the other side of the room. That confused me. How could she just run through me like that?
My hands shook and my eyes stared into her dark ones.
"You know you really are ugly." She laughed at me.
"And pretty pathetic." She laughed more and it turned to a wicked one.
Her grey skin on her face started to sag the more she laughed. She laughed more and her eyes started sagging. Her eyeballs fell out of there sockets so now black endless holes where staring at me. The skin on her bones melted off and soon everything turned to dust. I was standing in grey dust it sourrounded me feet and whirled around my legs. The sky was a greenish blue color and leaves whirled everywhere. There where no houses and no proof of life. I heard rustling and turned around. I saw a huge tornado whirling my way just waiting to suck anything up. I looked back and now there where houses. A metal bar planted in the ground stood Infront of me. I latched onto it and the dust around my feet went to the tornado like a magnet. They expected me to follow. When I didn't it pulled at the ground I was standing on. I dangled from the pole I was holding onto. Beneath me was a hole just bitter darkness under my feet. Waiting to swallow me up.
I let go of the bar and went soaring down the never ending hole.
My eyes flash open and in the background I can hear the tiny beeps of the heart monitor. A bright light tumbles in through the bottom crack under the door inviting itself. The blinds are pulled tightly shut and the only source of light is that under the door. I sit up and push the little red button calling for the nurse. She scuttles in and this time it's a thin lean nurse. She had blonde hair piled ontop of her head and looked kind. My heart beat hard inside my chest and sweat had barely formed on my hair line.
"Where are my friend?" Was all I was able to choke out.
YOU ARE READING
A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt
RomanceMolly a seventeen year old girl has been abused for the seven years that her father was in their lives. When memory's come flooding back what helps her?