When I Met Polly

Chapter 9

I am sat in the kitchen, watching as the tap drips into the washing basin. I then hear thunderous knocking at my front door. It's so loud, that my hands immediately shoot up to cover my ears which are victims to the thunderous noise. I then hear a hissing behind me and I turn to see Stephanie and Leann they grab me by my arm and legs as I scream, however Leann muffles my screams. They take me into a blindingly white room. There is Alex by a table surrounded by lots of bubbling liquids and harsh looking tools. Throughout this the loud thunderous knocking continues. My hear pounds. Alex then, with a menacing look plastered on his face makes his way towards me with a pair of plyers. He reaches inside my mouth.
"We're taking your tongue!" Declares Stephanie.
"You don't deserve to speak!" Hisses Leann. I let out a bloodcurdling scream. The knocking is even more prominent than ever.

My eyes shoot open, I am looking at toilet. The knocking is still there, I feel confused of my surroundings. Then like a tsunami every memory floods into my brain, and I remember why I happen to be lying on the ground, in great pain looking at a toilet. I turn my head, but I can't move I'm in too much pain. Someone is yelling outside.
"Hello? Are you okay in there?" The male voice yells along with the thunderous knocking.
"N-no I-I c-c-can't m-move," I yelp and suck in a breath as a pain pulses through my leg as it twitches.
"Wait are you a girl?" Questions the voice. I then realise this isn't any toilet it's the men's toilets. I close my eyes in humiliation, but the pain is enough to drive me to an answer.
"Y-yes-s I g-go t-to Lowsley High, the school that are visiting today," I explain.
"Oh okay, hang on I'm just getting help!" They say hurriedly and I heat footsteps rushing away. I try to pull myself up but my leg and arm and head are in agony. I yelp as a pain floods through my body. There is a wave of footsteps rushing into the room.
"Hello? Is that Abigail?" I hear a voice question, it appears to be Miss Cadem's .
"I-I f-fell and c-can't move," I yelp. I then hear a mutter of voices.
"Can you open the door?" Says another woman's voice which I do not recognise.
"N-no I-it's stuck," I explain. There is another mutter, then I hear movement on the other side of the door, before it swings open, just missing hitting me. A security guard, Miss Cadem and a man look down at me with concerned eyes. The security guard rushes over to me.
"You can't move?" She questions, I shake my head slightly. "Okay hang on I'm calling an ambulance," she states, before tearing the Wally talk from her pocket and hurriedly talking into it.

A little while later I see a flashing of lights through the window. Paramedics rush into the room and observe my crumpled form, the toilets have been blocked off due to my accident. The paramedics are carrying a stretcher and slowly and gently lift me onto it, but it's still enough to provoke me to let out a little whimper. They carried the stretcher away through the gallery's and I could just make out the crowds of students and the public watching as I was carried through the gallery.

The hospital is blindingly white, it reminds me of my dream, or rather nightmare. In some ways my nightmare was better than reality. Because although it was horrifying and scary it was just to insane to be real. Alex, Leann and Stephanie were these evil villains and there was no doubt of that. Whilst in reality there evil is more veiled, and I wonder if they are villains or if I really am a freak who deserves everything she gets, who deserves to be in hospital. Whilst in the dream I knew I didn't deserve what they did to me and others would agree so they were the villains, whilst in real life I'm unsure. It's a very hard concept to explain but somehow it works. I'd rather it be insane and madness then reality which is pain and sadness. Because my dream was too weird, too scary to be real, but what I'm experiencing now isn't too insane to be real. It's real and even scarier because it's more hidden in the dark whilst in the dream everything was out of the shadows and sometimes it's best if things are in the clear just to put a conclusion to your thoughts. In my dream if others saw it they too would agree that Stephanie, Leann and Alex were evil, insane and horrifying whilst in real life they're just normal teens who happen to hate me.

"Okay, I'm Julie," says a nurse very slowly as if instead of having an injured leg and arm she thinks I'm brain damaged. I offer her a weak and bored smile, she returns this with one far more sickly. "So," her eyes flutter over her clipboard "Abigail!" She says at last as she see's my name. "So Abigail, how are you feeling?" She asks in a tone which I'm sure is meant to offer warmth however I find it rather patronizing, and the question annoys me. Let's trie 'not great?' I decide to just shrug not bothering to waste my little energy on trying to form a meaningless sentence which she doesn't really need to hear.
"Head hurt? Leg? arm?" She questions, and although I know she's trying to help and I should be nice, but I don't want to be. I feel annoyed I'm lying here feeling useless, I'm annoyed she's asking me all these meaningless annoying questions. I thought I wouldn't get this small talk in hospital, but I was wrong. I decide to be an annoying patient and test her kindness by once again shrugging.
"Now come on Abigail, you can just tap where it hurts," she suggests and I can tell she is becoming impatient but doing her best to stay calm. I shrug slightly before finally tapping my leg and arm and my head but making a sign after I tap my head to show it's only a minor pain in my head. She nods thoughtfully and writes some things down. I let out a sigh as she does this and I wait boredly. She finally looks up. "Okay Abigail, we're going to take you for a CT scan for your head just to be on the safe side, but don't worry," she assures, I stare at her blankly and nod with another sigh. So they do think I have brain damage?

The day in hospital draw to an end. It turns out that I have a displaced fracture in my leg, so they needed to give me anaesthetic whilst they sorted out the bones and I need crutches for several weeks and have to come back for appointments. Luckily I have been spared any severe injury to my head, just bruising. As for my arm that was hurting, it luckily was just a very badly bruised tissue. They've given me all these pain killers to help with the pains. I hop out the hospital doors in my crutches with my mum by my side. She was called out of work and so is not in her best of moods.
"I just don't understand, what on earth where you doing climbing the walls of a cubicle in the boys toilets?" She questioned rather impatiently. I was almost certain I should not explain what really happened.
"I-I-I g-g-got-t c-c-conf-fused aba-about th-the m-men's and fffemale's toi-toilets," I sigh. She shakes her head.
"I'm surprised they didn't find any brain damage!" She retorted. I clench my jaw and roll my eyes. "I mean I was called out of work for this Abby!" She almost screeched and I could tell she was becoming increasingly infuriated with me. She then stacked on the way to he car and looked a bit startled as she recovered from the almost fall. I couldn't help but let out a snort at this. She shot me a deathly look. "Jeffrey's right, you are retarded!" She growled before storming off to the car with me hopping after in my crutches.

Mum didn't care when I left for the beach, in the dark, in my crutches. She just sighed and drowned herself in phone calls and texts and emails.
"You can make your own dinner tonight!" She yelled to me as I left. I must admit it's harder to make your way across the beach when your in crutches. They just sink into the sand. Luckily Polly was alert and helped me into my usual spot centred in the beach and helped me sit down. She took a seat beside me, and sighed. Shepherd seemed tired and cuddled up next to me.
"So how are you?" She questioned, and I was surprised she was asking me this. Surely wise Polly wasn't asking such a simple and common question.
"Um w-well m-my leg hurts-" she cuts me off.
"I mean how are you really feeling?" She asks again and I smile fondly at her before looking out to sea sadly. I shrug. "Lonely? Scared? Unwanted? Different?" She questioned and I was amazed she knew exactly how I was feeling. I felt all of these.