a/n: So…as I write this note, I am unsure of what this blank screen will turn into. Hopefully it will be something review worthy. Thanks!
INNOCENT
It's amazing, isn't it? It's so utterly amazing that I can barely comprehend it. My mind is grinding, trying to figure out how completely awesome it is. My stomach twists and turns excitedly. Goodness, it's just so super! And-
What?
What do you mean what am I talking about?
I haven't told you?
Told you what?
What I'm rambling about?
Oh!
You mean the completely amazing, awesome, and super thing I was talking about before?
Right…
…
AWKARD SILENCE!
Clown just died.
Anyways…
I met Shane Gray! You know, from Connect 3? Yeah! So I was walking around the building, as I normally do, and BAM! All of a sudden, I am right smack dab in front of the one and only…Shane Adam Gray. So hot. Then he talked to me! It went as follows:
"Hi!"
"Hey. What's your name?"
"Mitchie!"
"That's a very pretty name. How are you doing today?"
"Just super!"
"I'm glad. I'll see you around, okay?"
"Okay!"
He was so nice! Like, really, he looked at me with those big, brown eyes. I felt bad, though, they looked sad. I was going to follow him and ask what's wrong, but the stupid nurse came over and said I couldn't go into the guest area. Stupid nurse. Does she not know who Shane Gray is? He was sad! I wanted to help!
Oh, wait…someone's knocking.
Darn…it seems I have to go to sleep now.
Bye!
It happened again! Shane came into my room to see me today! He sat by my desk and asked me all sorts of question. It was weird when he asked me if I remember who he is. I said, "Of course, silly, you're Shane Gray!" He just looked at me for a second and then looked down at his hands. After that, he said he had to leave. I want to know if I did something wrong. Did I hurt him?
After he left, some lady came in. She said her name was Connie and kept calling me her "baby." I called the nurse so she would leave. Success!
The idiot nurse kept telling me to go to sleep, that I had had a long day. But I really didn't! I didn't get to walk today! Maybe that Connie person would have let me walk around. Oh well. I don't think she'll be coming back.
Wait! What's that? It's my nurse and the man in the white coat! They're talking about me! They keep saying the words "traumatized" and "hopeless." Why?
Maybe they are talking about Shane! Maybe I helped them diagnose him! Cheers for Mitchie!
Oh man…bed time again. Until tomorrow!
I feel funny. Shane came back into my room today when I was pretending to be sleeping. He was crying an awful lot. He kept telling me he loves me and that he would never let go. I don't know why…but after he said that, I felt dizzy. Especially after he kissed my forehead.
An hour or so after he left, the man in the white coat came in and hooked me up to a machine. It hurt. He looked upset and guilty.
I'm scared.
Why is everyone acting so strange?
They normally don't let me stay up writing this late. The nurse cried when she came in. She said to take my time.
Whoa! What is that pain? It hurts! What's happening to me? I'm seeing flashes before my eyes.
Oh my God.
I'm Mitchie Torres.
I'm twenty one years old.
Shane Gray is my fiancé.
We were in a car crash.
I've been living in this hospital for months.
I'm too late. I'm dying; I can feel it.
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a/n: Points for whomever can find the Titanic reference. This oneshot is basically about the age regression that follows trauma. Having a mother with Alzheimer's (yes, I am only 13) greatly helped the inspiration for the ramblings. Hope you enjoyed. Please review.