Ashes, Ashes (READ THIS ONE)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Like a shooting star, flying across the room, so fast, so far, you were gone too soon.

-Simple Plan, 'Gone Too Soon'

Without another word, the doctor ushers Mom out of the room. "Where's Dad at?" I ask Addison. "He's in the waiting room. They're probably gonna bring him back in soon." She casts a long look at me, running her hand through her hair, a nervous habit we both have.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. I kick around in the tangle of blankets around the lower half of my body. "Nothing is wrong. Why would you think anything was wrong? It's not like you're going to go back into the hospital."

"They're not going to put me in the hospital."

"Give me one reason they won't,"

"I'm not crazy. I'm a little weird, yeah, but I'm not crazy. Nathan was most definitely made up. There's got to be someone who had this happen to them too."

"You're going back in."

"We wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't told them what I saw!"

A knock on the door stops us from bickering. "I talked to your parents, and they told me that they wanted to try having you take a few medications." The doctor sits down close enough that I can finally read her nametag, Faith. "What kind of medications?" I ask her, though I'm already sure what kind of meds I'll be getting.

"They'll make your head feel better." Faith flips open a thick file folder. "There's a list of medicines that you've taken in the past. It says here that you've been on two of these before. You parents said they didn't help with the-"

Addison cuts her off with an ice cold glare. "Shh," she says harshly.

But that doesn't stop me from skyrocketing into a memory.

My room was a boring white. It didn't have much furniture, just a table and a bed. A few chairs and bookcases and that was it.

I'd covered the walls with a few posters but it still didn't hide the fact it was a hospital room. My bedspread was orange -my favorite color then- and it was always messy. I had an air purifier in the room next to my bed.

The doctors would come in and out as they pleased, taking me to different parts of the hospital to have different tests made, but since I didn't leave this room often, I don't remember what anything else looked like.

It was quiet and dark when I wanted it to be and, sometimes, I got my nurses to play with me. Hide and seek was my favorite; a hospital had a surprisingly large amount of hiding places.

The more I stayed in the hospital, the more me it became. It was furnished with a fluffy beige rug and white fairy lights.