Hey guys! Long time no see! I feel really bad for not updating in a while! I was planning on updating before school began, but I don't really think that it worked out that well for me... Haha. I can't wait to see what the note says! What about you guys?
Also, I just wanted to let you all know that I'm trying a new technique to my writing, so I may take a while before I upload. I also want to find different and unique ways to add drama to my other stories, so if you have any ideas, just let me know and I'll be sure to credit you!
Disclaimer- I don't own Austin and Ally.
"You'll always be a coward! You'll never be able to face your fears!"
Those are the last words I can remember when I wake up and find myself lying on a hospital bed. The room has a strange smell to it, like the smell of death. There's a large green curtain with brown stripes and peeling stickers separating me from another patient to my left, who I can hear crying softly into their pillow. To my right there's a pile of dead roses, the petals falling off one by one. I try to reach over and pick one of the roses up, it's a pretty and really familiar shade of red, but I feel too weak to even move. The only part of me that I can move is my head, but only from side to side. I feel like I'm paralyzed, I can't move my legs, arms, not even my fingers. I try to lift my head up a little, but I fail to and I end up staring at the IV hanging above my head. I wonder what happened, why I'm here, what's going to happen to me, but I feel like I already know that I'm not going to live. I glance around the room, taking in my surroundings, and my eyes rest on a boy sitting in the corner of the room. He's about my age, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He looks over at me with concern, and when he sees me looking at him he smiles and runs over to the edge of my bed.
"Thank God! You're alive!" the boy says. He smiles at me for a moment, and slowly that smile turns into a frown. "You don't remember me do you?" he asks. I shake my head, and then he sighs and takes a deep breath. He looks away for a minute, staring at the dead roses, and when he turns back around to face me I can see tears shining in his eyes. He places a warm hand on my cheek and leans forward and kisses it, and then sits back in his chair.
"Everything will be alright in no time. Pretty soon they're going to let you get out of here. You'll be able to remember things and be able to walk and talk again, and everything will go back to the way it was." He says, trying to reassure me. It seems like he's trying to reassure himself as well. He turns his gaze away from me and goes back to staring at the tile floor.
"Do you think so?" I try to ask, but all I can manage to say is, "Do yooh thin so?" The boy immediately looks up from the tiled floor and stares at me, grinning.
"You can talk!" he exclaims. He seems more happy about the fact that I'm able to speak than I am.
"Wha hap-n?" I ask. He's about to tell me something, but then stops himself and shrugs his shoulders.
"I wish I could tell you, but the doctors want you to be able to figure it out for yourself. I'm really sorry." He says. I nod, letting him know that it's alright. I move my gaze away from him and look at the dead roses again.
"Do you know how long it's been?" he asks, looking at the roses too. I shift my gaze towards him but he won't look at me.
"No." I say, shaking my head. "How lung?" I ask. The boy smiles slightly and squeezes my hand again.
"I gave those roses to you a month ago." He said. My eyes go wide with surprise.
"A munth?" I ask. The boy nods, and looks at me again.
"I thought you'd wake up the next day, but you never opened your eyes. The doctors said you went under a coma, and for me to leave, but I didn't want to." He says. I feel as if I can see right into his mind, imagining the concerned look on his face as he was watching me. "I never gave up on you."
I smile, and I'm able to gently squeeze his hand. "Than yooh." I say. He smiles at me and places a fresh rose in my hands, no thorns, no smell of death.
"No problem."
I must have fallen asleep, because when I open my eyes the boy is gone and the rose is lying on my stomach. All I can see is a group of doctors and nurses hovering above my hospital bed. They look concerned, and I can tell that they don't know what to do with me either. The doctors whisper things to one another, their eyes glancing at me every once in a while. A nurse pets my arm, giving me soothing smiles, reassuring me that everything's going to be alright. I want to tell her that I know I'm going to die, but the words are stuck in my throat. I just keep my mouth shut and watch her as she and another nurse help lift me up. One of the doctors holds her hand underneath my chin, and that's when I can see the blood-soaked hospital sheets. That's when I remember what happened.
Have you ever read those stories where the main character is an orphan that grew up defending themselves against others, and that they always end up in some foster family that doesn't even like them? Well, I guess you could say that's my life. See, you never expect something wrong to happen to you that can end up ruining your life, especially if your life has already been ruined.
I remember waking up in the morning, so annoyed at the constant ticking of the alarm clock that I barely was able to get any sleep. I remember getting out of the bad with such severe back pain from the bed, which was just a sheet of wood with newspapers stuffed underneath the sheets. I remember walking out of the bedroom to go use the bathroom, which was already occupied by Carrie, who always took forever to get ready. This was the same thing that happened to me every day. I figured that this day would be the same as always, where I go to school and try to get through the day without getting bullied by someone.
What I didn't expect was that this day would end up changing my life, possibly forever.
When I got off the bus and headed into the school building I made a beeline towards my locker, making sure I didn't collide with anybody, like I did every day. After I got my textbook out of my locker, I headed towards my first period class to get there before anybody else. The teacher usually left the door open for me, probably out of sorrow for how pathetic I am. I ran up the stairs and turned the door handle, but it wouldn't open. I had a panic attack for a few minutes, turning the handle furiously, ramming into it a few times, but it just wouldn't open. It was locked. The teacher must've forgotten!
When I finally gave up, I turned around and saw a group of students looking at me like I was a lunatic. They seemed about a year or two younger than me, because some of them still looked like they were in the seventh grade. Then, one of them burst into laughter, and the others followed her. Pretty soon the whole group was laughing at me, and I ended up running into the bathroom and hiding in a stall to cry. I was probably in there for about ten minutes, and then the bell rang, and it was time for class to begin. But me, with my social anxiety, I ended up staying in the bathroom for the rest of the period, until I got caught by one of the teachers and I ended up going to the principal's office. It must've been my fifth or sixth time there, in only this week.
I sat down in the same chair I sat in the first day I arrived here, and I waited patiently for the principal to arrive. I looked around the room, staring at the many portraits decorating the room. They were so unappealing, making me want to gag and rip them off of the wall. I quickly shifted my gaze away from them to admire the copy machine, when the principal finally walked in five minutes later.
Ms. Lyle, a short and skinny woman, who had big green eyes and platinum blond hair that fell to her shoulders, looked like a little kid compared to some of the football players in our school. She was really nice and down to earth, and would always give out lollipops to you, but if you did something that she didn't like, she'd transform into a total monster right before your eyes. I could tell by the look on her face that I wasn't going to be getting any lollipops today.
I watched Ms. Lyle as she sat down into the big leather chair. She cleared her throat a couple of times, and then looked me straight in the eye. She spoke carefully, like a tiger waiting to strike in any moment.
"Why are you here today?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. She cleared her throat again and popped an unappealing yellow cough drop into her mouth, and then waited for me to reply.
I moved uneasily in my seat, avoiding her killer gaze. I looked at the carvings on the table, and I spoke with a quiet voice, which resulted in me having to repeat myself at least three times for her to hear me clearly.
"I don't know." I said. I pulled some of the strings off of my sleeve and rolled them into a tiny ball and flicked it off of my leg, watching it fall towards the floor. I spotted a wrapper from one of the cough drops that Ms. Lyle had. It looked as if it was written in another language, and it smelled really terrible, like the meat that they served in the cafeteria.
"Don't lie to me, Ally. You know I hate lying." Ms. Lyle said. She moved closer to the table, so that she was able to place her hands on top of it, and she looked at me very closely.
I sighed. "I got caught in the bathroom for ditching first period." I said. I watched Ms. Lyle close her eyes and take a deep breath, and then she opened them again. But they weren't green, they were a scarlet red. I almost jumped out of my seat when she blinked and her eyes turned back to their original shade of green. She smiled slightly, and I smiled back at her very nervously. There was definitely something going on with Ms. Lyle. I just hoped that I wouldn't be dead by the end of the day.
"What was the reason?" Ms. Lyle asked. She moved closer to the table, until she wasn't able to anymore. I carefully moved my seat back a little. She didn't notice, she was too busy staring at the blush that was creeping up my cheeks.
"I wasn't feeling well." I lied. Ms. Lyle didn't seem satisfied with my answer. "I uh, ate some really bad cafeteria food the other day and I guess it didn't really digest well." I added.
Ms. Lyle nodded, and pretended to gag. She then burst into a high-pitched laughter, and I uneasily joined her. We laughed for a few minutes, until Ms. Lyle started coughing heavily. She pulled out another cough drop from her pocket and popped it into her mouth.
"Well, I have to agree with you there. That cafeteria food tastes horrible!" Ms. Lyle said, and she grinned at me. Her teeth were stained with blood, and her eyes were a darker red.
"Yeah… Um can I go now? I'm going to be late for History." I said, and I got out of my seat. A cold hand stopped me, almost freezing my veins.
"No. Not yet." Ms. Lyle said. Except the voice didn't sound like Ms. Lyle at all. The voice was deeper and more masculine. The voice sounded as if it was going to kill me.
I turned around and saw that I wasn't looking at Ms. Lyle anymore. I was looking at a monster, with pale white hands, and claw-like fingernails. The platinum blond hair was now a dark purple color, and her legs were gone and replaced with tentacles. Her whole entire figure was covered with blood, and she had at least become twenty feet taller.
"Yeah I really should be going right now!" I said, and I pulled her hand off of my arm and headed towards the door, only to have it be shut in front of me. I tried to break it open, but it just wouldn't budge. I turned around to see the monster looking at me with hungry eyes, about to strike any moment.
I felt around my pockets, hoping to find my Swiss-army knife in there. My finger poked something sharp, and I said a silent prayer as I pulled it out of my pocket, holding it up to the monster. The monster looked at the knife, then at me, and back and forth a few times before it was swept out of my hands. I watched as the knife flew across the room and straight into the face of one of the creepy portraits in the room, right in the eye.
I gulped, and the monster laughed once more, splattering blood-like saliva everywhere. I was too afraid to wipe off the saliva off of my face, too afraid to even go run away. I was trapped in the principal's office with a monster that was going to kill me and possibly end up eating my body.
"Any last words?" the monster asked, grinning widely to show off its blood-stained teeth once more.
I had a few things to say, such as "What the hell happened to you? You look so gross!" but the only thing that I could actually manage to choke up was, "What ARE you?"
The monster paused a moment, like it was taken aback, then it grinned again. "Isn't it obvious? I am your worst nightmare!"
I still don't know what came over me, maybe because I was going insane at the thought of being killed by a fictional monster that was standing right in front of me, or maybe because I was sick and tired of being labeled as being as a minor to others and a fricken monster that I didn't even know existed, but I looked the monster right in the eye and said, "I'm not afraid of you."
The monster laughed even harder than it did before. "Did you really just say that? Are you joking?!" the monster burst into more laughter. "You're such a coward!"
I glared at the monster. "I am not a coward." I said. "I may be afraid of things, but I know that I am not afraid of you." I walked around the monster, hoping that I would be able to appear fearless, but also avoiding the monster's tentacles.
The monster's head turned around so it was facing me with every step I took. It looked so angered; its eyes looked so annoyed. I smiled to myself, and then I was swept back and I hit my head on the wall behind me. I could feel blood trickling down my cheek, soaking my shirt. I couldn't get up. I knew that I was going to die for sure.
"What a hero you must be Ally Dawson. But just remember, you'll always be a coward. You'll never be able to face your fears!"
And with that, everything went black.
I look around the hospital room to see the doctors are still there, staring at me with anxious glances. They whisper to one another, and suddenly are shushed as someone approaches me. One of the doctors, a plump, old man, comes up to me and places his hand on my arm. He asks me something, but I don't hear him the first time because I'm too busy trying to remember who the boy that was in my hospital room was. The doctor repeats his question a second time, and this time I'm able to hear him.
"Do you know what happened to you?" he asks. I read his name-tag, Dr. Elly. His name seems oddly familiar even though I've never met him before in my life.
"Yeth." I say, and it manages to please the doctors even though my speech has been impaired.
"This is phenomenal! Outstanding!" One of the doctors exclaim. The others murmur in agreement, until they are shushed again. They step aside, and the boy I saw earlier comes to the edge of my bed again.
"Welcome back Ally." He says, and he grins at me. I smile back at him.
"Thans." I reply, and he gives me a hug and he starts talking to me. The doctors leave the room, saying we should have some 'private time' together.
"I knew you'd be able to remember what happened. I knew it." He says.
I nod. It seems as if I can remember everything…
But I still don't remember who he is.
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