Memories that come back

memories that come back chp 9

Memories that come back chp 9:

As I woke up I felt fingers on my neck, pressing hard. I instinctively fought back. “Don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!” I was crying, I didn’t know where I was and someone was trying to choke me. “Belle, calm down, we are not going to hurt you we are trying to help. Hello I am EMT doctor Brain Davidson I was checking your vitals because you passed out and have lost a lot of blood. How are you feeling Belle?” how does he think I'm feeling? I'm in so much pain and it is not only in one place it is everywhere; it hurts so bad! “I hurt everywhere Dr. Davidson, but especially in my stomach, it feels like I'm being torn apart. Please help me!” “Belle do you remember what happened?” “I…no not really…I was fighting with someone, they weren’t paying attention then…nothing. But I'm really worried about Jacob…he was the person in the car. I do not really know him but Justin must have been busy because I got a ride a ride home from him I assume…” “So you do not remember Jacob?” I shook my head no. “Can you try a little harder to remember Belle? I want to know what happened.” I nodded and concentrated my hardest but somewhere in the midst I heard a yelling and commotion around me. I don’t know why but there was this annoying screeching noise. Not really a screeching as much as a beeping noise. It had a rhythm to it. Beep----beep------beep--------beep and it was cutting off my concentration. “What is that noise?” doctor Davidson looked at me compassionately and said quietly “it's your heart rate.” It was gradually getting slower, almost nonexistent. Beep----------beep. “Belle don’t worry about it, you are going to be fine, just concentrate on what’s happening and whatever you do, do not go to sleep. Ok?” I mutely nodded.

It was hard not to fall asleep, especially when darkness started consuming my vision. It would be so easy to give into it---just let go and have the darkness consume me; the darkness felt relaxing, relieving almost. Then I saw something amazing-my mom, sitting there with her arms wide. She had died just a while ago and I missed her terribly. “mom?” she nodded and motioned for me to give her a hug but something was holding me back from her comfort, when I looked to see what it was , the person sitting next to me in the car, Jacob, was there, holding on to my arm; stopping me from getting to my mom.  I reached for her screaming for her to reach me. Trying so hard to get out of Jacobs grip, but he got more force. When I looked back again Justin was there too, pulling me away from her. Keeping me from her. I screamed and fought and yelled for them to let me go, let the darkness consume me. I saw pain flash through Jacobs eyes and with one giant pull he pulled me into a back-breaking hg. Squeezing me into submission, and I relaxed into his hug. I looked away as my mother disappeared from in front of my eyes for the second time in my life. I felt the tears sting at my eyes.

I opened my eyes and it felt like someone hit my stomach. I was taking air in big gulps, when I finally looked around.  My dad was there, tears pouring down his cheek; he was still dressed in his work clothes. I glanced at the clock; it read 3:33pm. What was he doing away from work? I went to speak but realized it was impossible; there were tubes down my throat. Where was I? It had just occurred to me I was in an unrecognizable place. It had a cold white walls and sharp menacing edges. The room felt altogether unwelcoming; even the smell of the place was unwelcoming, it smelled like death. Terrible, memorable death. The air was cool but heavy, it felt like it was compressing me.

I let my eyes close again, and then felt nothing but a warm hand gripping mine. The person brought our hands up to their forehead. “Please get better Belle. Please. Please wake up. Please don’t leave me. I already need you more than you could ever imagine. Please get better. Please don’t hate me. Just…please!” a tear fell onto my hand and rolled down my arm leaving an icy trail. “Jacob you have to leave now, the tests are ready to be run on you.”  Slowly the person let go of my hand and left the room. His pleading ringing in my head. When he left I felt empty and wanted him back. I heard a doctor talking, he seemed to be talking in a compassionate tone “she has been unresponsive…I don’t know what you want to do but she will have to stay here a while. We could pul-” “NO! You will not ever do that! She is my baby and I’ll never let her go!” my dad’s voice rung clear, cutting off the other voice.  “Sir there is not a lot of options with what she has going on. There is a high probability she will never come out of this. And even if she did there is an even higher chance of her not remembering anything. Ever.”  I could hear him. I wanted to say something but just couldn’t. I don’t know why, I wanted to make my dad forget his worries. Make it all better but I just couldn’t. And it was killing me.

Sorry it's so short D:

Ive just been having writers block and with my wrist still being swollen and hurting I figured put something out sooner then try and upload more later. Sorry it took so long also! Again my wrist… but I uploaded and that’s what matters!

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Sammy