Warped (Andy Biersack) {discontinued for now}

Chapter 15

Autumn's POV

I woke up with blurry vision and I was laying on my back. Something was on my face. "She's awake," I heard someone yell out and a man stood above me.

They were throwing questions at me left and right, but I couldn't answer. I was too tired. My head hurt like hell. Why am I not dead?

I couldn't even really blink. My eyes were wide open and everything was still very blurry. I heard the same voice say "she's going into shock."

I could hear someone crying. I could tell it was Kellin from the sound of his voice. He was right next to me, but seemingly a hundred miles away. Where was Andy? Does he know? Does he even care after what happened? Probably not.

"I need you to stay awake," the paramedic said to me, shining a bright ass light in my eyes. I was unable to move or respond. "Unresponsive," he said. Kellin was still crying. This was a mess.

And it was all my fault.

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I barely remember fading away and slipping back into unconsciousness. Now I was floating. I was weightless. And I was happy. I say my parents on the opposite side of where I stood.

I called out to them, but they ignored me. It was like I was invisible, a pigment of my own imagination. I started running to them at full speed. But the more I ran, the farther they would be away from me.

Then I started falling and falling. Wherever I was disappeared behind the clouds. I never even hit the ground. I felt nothing.

Suddenly my eyes snapped open, but I closed them again from the brightness. I blinked a few times before opening my eyes again. I was alone in a hospital room. There was a bandage around my head and around my wrists.

I just laid there for a while, unsure of what to do. Usually I wouldn't be alone in a hospital. I don't even know what day it is. How long have I been asleep?

My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens and a nurse with a blonde pony tail and blue scrubs enters the room. She seems stunned when she sees me awake and leaves immediately.

A few minutes later a tall, nearly bald, California tanned doctor with glasses comes in with Kellin behind him. "Oh my god, I thought I would never see you again," Kellin said walking over and gently hugging me. He pulled away when the doctor cleared his throat.

"So now that you're awake we need to run some tests to make sure everything is working correctly. I'm going to start with a few basic questions," he said and I nodded. He made a check on his clip board. For ability to respond and hear probably.

"What is your name?"

"Autumn Bostwick."

"When is your birth date?"

This was too easy. And ridiculous too. I didn't lose my memory. I wouldn't lose it if you drilled it out of my head.

"February 10, 1991," I stated.

"Who is this?" the doctor asked, gesturing to Kellin. I almost want to roll my eyes.

"My cousin, Kellin Quinn Bostwick," I responded bluntly. Why are there so many questions? He nodded and wrote more on his clip board. Kellin took a seat in the chair next to the hospital bed. All he did was state at me.

"Okay everything seems in check," the doctor said, "but we will have to keep you for a couple more days just to be sure. And then we take the next step."

"We are putting you in a rehabilitation center on suicide watch," he said. I didn't want to go, but there was no protesting. He already thinks I'm crazy enough. Rehab my ass; it was just a less condescending way of saying mental asylum.