The throne of lies

Prologue

Side note: Welcome back. It's been so long but I finally thought up a worthy plot line also I just finished reading a fan fiction with Gary Oak by Mistyxyellow7 called Stay with me it's super amazing and I can't recommend it enough.

The smell of rubbing alcohol burned Hannah's nostrils. A headache banged like a hangover. Being barked at by nurses and the taste of medicine both painful with bitter after taste. The limpness of the matress made her spine twist in more ways than one. The wilted flowers that gave off the smell of death was even more depressing. The numbness of unsheltered feet that have been abandoned due to lack of blanket. The pillow felt like it was filled with rocks. The velcro on the bed robe that itched like hell. The crisp white room was blinding and the two idiots on each side were annoying.

Hannah turned on the matress. No position was comfortable. The springs were like daggers. She turned again attempting to make a groove but it only bounced back. The cast on her left leg was heavy as was the one on her right arm. Ross and Irwin stared at her. No one said anything. The only noise was the creak of the bed frame under the matress and Hannah's weight. The memory was burnt into the darkest crevice of Hannah's brain and was still their bright as the light. She still couldn't figure it out. Asking Irwin and Ross would break the silence. As awkward as it was it was nice to hear no sound from the two for once. They mainly just let their eyes wander around the room. Hannah kept her eyes shut her fire had been doused it no longer burned as ferociously as it had. All that remained were pitiful ashes left to be gone with the wind. But in life you have to choices you can sit and cry about the fire, or you can get up and walk. The path of the lightning. The rage of fire no longer burned.

Now.

Now.

Now there was lightning.

An array of light.

The sleek lightning bolt.

Now the rage had been doused.

But to be resurrected by the lightning.