Fear

Chapter 5

I felt cold and alone. I couldn't see anything until a little white light appeared. I started to move towards it. As I got closer I could hear the sound of laughter. It sounded like children playing. I reached the light and then there I was. I was standing in this neighborhood full of children playing. There was this one little girl that stood out to me. She had a huge puff ball on her head full of curls. She was small and darkskin. She had been walking with a older boy. I looked at the other kids playing and everything started to move slowly. It was like slow motion. The little girl with the huge puff ball ran right through me. It was me again. I remembered this day. I looked back to see her running towards a group of boys.

"Oh god no." I said. I ran for her. As I ran for her, the distance became longer and I couldn't reach her.

"Taylor!" I yelled out. She turned around and looked at me.

"Wait!" She yelled back holding up a finger as she ran over to the boys. I looked back up and saw a boy was hit. He was knocked to the ground. Then the group of boys started to stomp and beat him.

"Chris!" I cried out as I ran over. Chris was my older cousin. The little girl started screaming trying to pull them all away. She begged them to stop. Chris got free and ran. He left the little girl there. I turned around and watched him run away. As I looked back all I heard was screaming. She was on the ground and the boys were beating her. They beat her like she was some kind of dog. There was blood all over the ground. I ran for her and when I reached her, it was all over.

*Screeching of a car*

I looked up to see my father and mother. They got out the car and ran over to us. The boys instantly ran.

"Taylor! Get up baby. Come on." My mother cried out as my body just laid there. I could do nothing but cry when I saw the sight of my little body covered in blood. My clothes were drenched in blood. Little girl's body made no sudden movements. My father ran over and broke into tears. He pick me up and put me in the back of the truck. We all got into the car and went to the hospital. Then everything became dark again. All I heard was my mother's loud screams.
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"Clear!" I heard a voice scream. I felt a shocking pain in my chest.

"Clear!" I heard the voice say again. There was more pain. I jumped up and started shaking. There was a loud beeping sound. It was beeping so fast.

"Lay her down!" The doctor yelled. I felt tight grips on my body as I was being laid down. I just cried. I couldn't breathe well. Everything started to slow down. My breathing wasn't so heavy and my eyes got low. I felt sore and tired. My body ache of pain. I could barely move.

"Welcome back Ms. Smalls. We almost thought we lost you." The doctor said. I looked around the room. Everything was kind of fuzzy. I didn't know what was going on. I looked down and felt a sharp pain in my vagina. I grunted in pain.

"You have 12 stitches in my vaginal area and 6 in you head." The doctor said. I couldn't believe any of this. I didn't know what to think nor what to do. I just laid there. After about 3 hours some doctors rolled me out of the emergency room. They put me in a regular hospital room. It had a recliner, couch, TV, and the hospital bed. A man picked me up carefully and placed me in the bed. I ignored all of the pain. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore.

"Can I get get you anything Ms. Smalls?" The older man asked. I just looked at the wall and shook my head no. He walked out and left me in the room. I laid and looked at the ceiling. I began to doze of, but before I could there was a knock at the door. I still didn't move. I just laid there. Adam, my mother, and Keisha came in. Adam was holding Keisha as she slept on his shoulder.

"Oh my baby." My mother said as she ran over to hug me. I jumped and screamed. The pain was so bad. She let go of me and looked at me. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I just laid back down and looked at the ceiling. My mother ran out of the room crying. Adam laid Keisha on the couch and gave her a blanket. Then he pulled up a chair next to me and looked at me. I looked back at him. I could tell I was no longer beautiful to him. He just kissed my hand and held it. He looked down at the ground and began to cry. It hurt my heart to see him cry. I let his hand go and tried to sit up in the bed. I ignored my pain and turned to look at him. I lifted his chin and shook my head no at him. He just gave me a smirk as I wiped his tears. I gave him the best smile I could to play it off. Inside I was dying, but on the outside I just smiled. I didn't wish to speak. My throat was killing me.