"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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My eyes burned under the bright rays of sunlight that shined in from the open window in the hospital room. The heat from the sun contrasted the winter weather outside. I never thought I'd say it, but I actually missed being outside. Although I still despise winter and all of its coldness, I'd much rather be freezing outside than being stuck in this hospital. This place still creeped me out, but because I had been staying here for awhile I had gotten used to the blinding lights and white uniforms. I had mentioned to Chrissy about my growing dislike of hospitals, and she agreed with me saying, "It reminds me of an old horror film." That statement only made my small fear worse.
Time seemed to move slowly here, and boredom quickly set in. Each day is a repeat of the last, and I felt my mind slowly drifting away from the repetitiveness. As much as I enjoyed my friends visiting or talking with Chrissy about random things, I desperately wanted to leave and I'd do anything to get out of here. I felt trapped. Not only was I completely confined to this hospital, but I wasn't even allowed to leave my bed. When I first arrived here, Doctor Graham informed me that I wouldn't be able to walk for a few weeks. My pain level had decreased, but the bruising on my ribs was still evident. It didn't hurt too bad to breathe or move anymore, but I still felt sharp pains every now and then. Nurse Nancy had found crutches for me to walk around with. I've roamed the hospital's halls each day with Chrissy, but the idea of needing to rely on something else other than myself made me hate the crutches. I never needed anyone or anything to depend on in my life, but that was slowly—and surprisingly—beginning to change.
After all the dramatic events that played out this year, specially the feud between the greasers and socs, I found myself mentally and physically exhausted. Tulsa was drastically different from New York. Back at home, most people were rude and cruel, but the poor people were just forced into shitty neighborhoods, while the rich people lived lavishly in the city. In Tulsa, there was always tension and hatred as the two classes mixed together. It's almost like a civil war is being fought here. There was no way of telling how this huge fight between social classes would end.
My whole world felt like it was crumbling before my eyes. My life was spiraling downward rapidly and I had lost control of everything. My secret life in New York was becoming more and more known. I started to feel nervous that the police were onto me. The last thing I wanted to do was get arrested and go to jail. I'm a tough girl but my attitude would definitely get me into even more trouble than I'd already be in. Plus, I'm so young. I can't spend the rest of my life stuck in jail, when I should be outside, living in the real world.
Apart of me felt ashamed and guilty for keeping a secret from my friends for so long, while the other part of me was finally relieved that I wouldn't have to continue lying to them. I wasn't sure when I would tell everybody else, but I figured it would have to be when I was freed from my stay at the hospital and all of the drama from the feud settled down.
