I smell like fear, like sweat. Regret fills my mind. Why didn't I storm out as soon as I got up? Why didn't I eat that hospital food? It would have been gone anyways. Thrown up on the ground because what I felt wasn't a walk in the park. It was like being on a never ending rollercoaster, and I, stuck to motion sickness hated rollercoasters.
Everything was in one of those scenes in a movie where everything goes in slow motion. She was pulling out a needle as she said something I didn't quite get. It doesn't matter anyways. I was going to die. The door swings open, and I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out.
A boy stormed into the room, after the door, tall and skinny. He wore a long red jacket that swung to his sides as he ran in. Before I knew it, he was slapping the needle out of the nurses hand and shaking me like I were an earthquake. "ARE YOU OK??" he screamed, still panting. I stared at the nurse in the corner, and nodded with the rhythm of his shakes. Why did he look so familiar?
The nurse stood up and brushed dust off her skirt. " What's your problem? I was drawing some blood for some tests!", she exclaimed. I just sat there as the boy just stood there staring at her. I-I- I'm sorry! I shouted. Why am I so stupid? Did I want to die that much? She got another needle out and continued as the boy moved to the corner of the room. It was dead silent, but my ears filled with the pounding of my heart. Before I knew it, the nurse fled with the flash of her buzzer but I couldn't stop looking at him. I didn't care about her..Why was he so familiar?
He looked up, and I was caught. He had large hazel brown eyes that met mine. His ears, big and round, like a monkey's hugged his face which reminded me of the sun. The closer you got, the hotter he got, but if you were to get to too close, he would burn you with overwhelming heat. This was my story. This was the present, and I didn't know how to deal with the future. He gave a sad smile, and walked out. I didn't get his name, but I didn't stop him. He wasn't going to give it to me anyways, and I wasn't going to give mine.
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