Chapter 3 · Thinking
She stood their next to me. Her eyes seemed to go right to my soul. I tried to speak, already knowing that it was going to hurt.
"I... I," my voice strained sounding like a whisper.
"Well if you won't talk now then maybe you will when I get back. Look I'm sorry but I have to get to work but I will be back soon, ok," the lady said as she started to walk away leaving the door open.
I tried wiggling again when I heard a door somewhere else slam. My skinny frame did little against the thickly wrapped tape around me. I sat there and with little else to do, apart from a look around the mostly large empty room that seemed to have some boxes in the corner, I started to think.
How had it come to this? I was going to end it and now I'm in some weirdos room. A weirdo that saved me. Somehow. And now she thinks I won't talk to her. All because of that one day this is what I have become.
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I was ten when it happened. My brother had been driving me and himself to our new home when the bridge we going under fell onto the car. It had happened quickly. There was no pain. One moment I was telling him how all my friends had given me cards and how they all said goodbye then I awoke in a white title room.
The doctors told me what happened and how my brother body was missing. I had no one to look after me at first. I think that's why they told me. Maybe because they believed the best way to tell me that I had just lost everything was as bluntly as possible. It hadn't.
I sat there crying for what felt like days which is when I lost my voice. At first, the nurse had likely believed I was just grieving by being so silent. It was when my uncle had come to see me that the penny dropped for them.
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As I sat thinking about it all my eyes feel to the doorway. Red eyes looked back at mine. My throat dried. My heart started beating faster. The eyes of a hunter.
I looked closer. Unable to look else were or run as I was still bound. The body moved out of the Shadow of the doorway.
All I could hear was my heart beating away.