Train Tracks

So there I was in hospital, and the only person who's fault it was, was mine, and to top it off I had put my friends safety in danger. 

 It started at Abigail's house, for our monthly sleepover. We sat in a circle complaining about parents, life and school. Now this was the boring part, don't get me wrong, it's good to complain and get everything out, but it's always the same with them. So I suggested something that should have been all fun and games.

I reached behind the dusty armchair and pulled the old Ouija board from my lavender over night bag and pushed it into the middle of the group. The shuffling of the box against the floorboards pulled Jason and Abigail from a heated conversation and Jane from her phone. Jane shook her head dramatically throwing long brunette hair around. Abby's face creased at the dusty, broken box and she arched an eyebrow at me, as if I was supposed to explain myself, when the explanation was right there. The last person my eyes fell to was Jason, chocolate coloured face broke into a dimpled grin and his eyes twinkled the same mischievous look as mine. At least he was openly approving.

"Who wants to play?" I whispered. Jason and Abby circled closer to the unopened box, dragging cushions over the wooden floor.

I peered up from the group to Jane, she was still sitting on the beanbag near the TV, grey eyes caught mine and dipped quickly.

"Scaredy-cat!"

It took awhile coaxing her away from the dark corner of the room, and at last she dragged the checkered beanbag from the corner to us, we would have moved to her instead if the lounge room light worked and we didn't have to sit near the kitchen to read the letters on the board. We spent the next hours communicating with spirts and things of the sort, some told us to stop playing and others urged us to play more, but one thing was for sure, we started to feel them come and go with each spirit we talked to. Something was off about this though, there was a presence I could feel that stayed, while the rest came and left.

I awoke to fluorescent white lights blinding me, I blinked and groaned trying to adjust my eyes and body to the surrounding environment. I remember being way too confused and uncoordinated to work out where I was for awhile. So I waited for someone to come and tell me what was happening, and possibly where I was.

A nurse pushed through the door and smiled softly at me.

"Morning hun, just woke up?"

"Uh, um I don't think so? Am I in a hospital?"

She chuckled and begun checking machines and taking notes.

"Well, i'd hope so... I'm not sure if I'm allowed to ask, but what happened? Why are you here?"

"What?"

I tried to sit up and accidentally pulled a tube partly out from my arm. The nurse exclaimed and pushed me back against the bed. She tended to my arm and checked the machines again.

"You and a group of others were dumped in the hospital carpark last night. I was asked if you knew what had happened, or maybe who had done it?"

"I-I, I didn't know that, I, what?"

Her peach lips dropped and she apologised "I had assumed that you had realised the state of your body, you're in a hospital for a reason."

I peered at my arms first they were hooked up to some tubes and had dark bruises and cuts all over. I then pulled the thin white covering off my body and looked at my legs, they were bruised as well, but the cuts were larger and less clumsy, they fell into lines of three.

We spent days there until one morning Abby, Jason, Jane and I were called into a room to discuss who had attacked us and dumped us at the hospital. We were sat in a circle in a white room with grey carpets, it was most likely a break room for the workers. From this I learnt, what had actually happened that night.