So.. for my English class we were required to write a creative story... I don't think mine turned out half bad, so I decided to post it! Comments, questions, and advice are always appreciated! <3 Enjoy!~
Blood.
That’s the first thing I remember; the thing that stands out the most. It was everywhere. I remember lifting up my hands to see them stained red and dripping. And then I remember, through my fingers I saw a shape off in the corner. It was dark, and I couldn’t tell what it was, so I walked over to it. As I got closer, the shape took form, and I reluctantly acknowledged that it was a human. No, not just a human, but a soon-to-be mother. She was lying on her side, her hair matted from the thick blood. I knelt beside her, and gently rolled her over, so that I may identify her.
I… I saw her face, or what was left of it, for a brief moment. And then I remember pain, a sharp smashing pain in the side of my head. And then all went dark.
Logically thinking, it seems as though I had seen a murder victim, and the murderer, not wanting any witnesses, tried to eliminate me as well. But I wouldn’t know for sure, I can’t remember anything of what happened before that, and not much of what happened after it. I woke up in a strange bed, in a place I did not know. People I had never seen before surrounded me. I could remember nothing. Not even my name. I fluttered my eyelids, looking from one un-known face to the next, until I finally gained the strength to speak.
“Where am I?” I choked. My throat hurt, and my raspy voice was barley above a whisper. One of the strangers, a strikingly handsome young man who seemed different, somehow, from the rest, turned suddenly to me.
“She’s awake!” He exclaimed. The others in the room also expressed feelings of relief and possibly joy. I repeated my question, a little stronger this time.
“Where. Am. I?” I spoke slowly, with a slight sense of annoyance, and as if each word were it’s own sentence. That seemed to get the point across. The strangers all looked around at each other, then the one whom I had specified before nodded, and all the rest left. The last one to leave, a pretty girl with a clipboard said that the doctor would come in soon. She closed the door behind her. The man that was left slowly came over to sit beside me.
“My name is Brandon,” He said with a kind voice, “ You’re in the hospital.”
“Why?” I snarled at him. But to my surprise he let out a slight chuckle.
“I was hoping you could tell me that yourself!” He replied, “Three days ago I found you in a ditch on the side of the road, you were bruised, bleeding, and unconscious. Among other things. But you were still alive, if only just barely. So I brought you here. Now can I ask, what happened?” I looked at him for a moment, ashamed to have been so rude to him, then I looked down at the IV in my arm, trying to remember. Finally, I gave up.
“I’m not sure”
“What’s your name? Do you have anyone that we could call?” There was genuine concern in his voice, and I decided that I could trust this man. I thought hard for a moment, until I again had to reply.
“I’m not sure.”
“I see.” He said simply. Then there was a moment of silence; I looked up to find him staring at me. I blushed, looking deep into his gorgeous green eyes for a moment, but then, suddenly, the door slammed open and we both jumped as another man came in. It was a man that had not been in here before, he was tall, wiry, and had a deeply bronzed skin. He had dark hair and a creepy little goatee.
“How is she?” He said primly. I instantly disliked this man.
“I think she may have amnesia,” Brandon said “She doesn’t know who she is, or anything of what happened.”
“Good.” Said the doctor, and then quickly changing his mind, rephrased the statement. “I mean; it seems as though something tragic may have happened. We wouldn’t want for her to be even more frightened of the world than she is now. It would be better for her to gain back her memory slowly.”
“That makes sense,” Brandon said skeptically, “I suppose… but, what should we do with her now?
“We would like to keep her here, to do a little more research.” He then chuckled to himself. “Besides,” He said, “It’s not like she has anywhere she can go with no memory! But I suppose, if she’s feeling up to it, you could let her walk around the hospital a bit. She could probably use some fresh air too.” And with that comment he waved his hand dismissively, and left.
“He sure is spooky.” I said bluntly. To my surprise, Brandon started laughing. He had a sweet, musical laugh.
“Yeah he is!” Brandon agreed. Then, abruptly changing the subject, he said, “ So what do you think? Want to go for a walk around the hospital?” He smiled a charming smile and raised one eyebrow. “I could give you a tour?” I smiled, and nodded my head, then tried to get out of the bed. I found that I was incredibly weak. After I had managed to get my legs over the side, I tried to stand up, but my legs buckled underneath me.
After about 5 minutes of trying to stand, we finally decided to give up and just use a wheel chair. Brandon pushed me around, showing me where different places were, and introducing me to a few of the strangers that had been in my room earlier. Then, through a window, I saw the woman with the clipboard who had been the last one to leave my room. I asked who she was, and Brandon took me over to the window.
“That’s Janie,” He said “She’s the nurse that’s been taking care of you.” We watched her for a moment, and she was doing something with a needle.
“What’s that for?” I asked, always full of questions.
“I dunno, maybe she’s giving that guy a shot.” That’s when I noticed that there was a man in there too. He was a wizened old black man with white hair. I waved at him, and he smiled back at me. Then Janie did the most appalling thing. She stuck the needle into him and started taking his blood! The instant I saw the red filling the needle I felt sick. I weakened and nearly fainted. Red filled my vision, and then I heard something. Not anything real, just something in my mind. It was a dark, ominous chuckle. One that was eerily familiar. And then I knew.
“I have to get out of here.”
(To be continued…)
