AN- GUYS, I'M SO SORRY! My computer caught a virus and was down for 5 months. I had to wipe EVERYTHING off of it *sniffle* It broke my heart... But I'm here now! Do not fret!
It didn't get much worse than this. All I could think about was how uncomfortable this hospital bed was. The constant beeping of the monitors, and the God forsaken tube that was attatched to my hand. Oh, how I hated needles. I internally shuddered at the thought and looked away from the IV cord, trying not to vomit.
I closed my eyes and thought about the events that had led me into this position. It started off as any normal morning would, making breakfast and the usual bickering with my foster parents.
"ISIS SUMMER GOODSON! Get your ass down here and get in the car! Otherwise, we are going to Florida without you!" Harold, Dad, yelled.
I sighed, putting on my final touch eyeliner. "Hang on for one FUCKING minute! God, give me some time!"
Looking into the mirror, I smiled. I wore a ice blue tank top and a pair of black skinny jeans. Ice blue converse were securely laced onto my feet. My shoulder length black hair hung straight, my icy streak standing out against the rest, framing my face on the left side. Blue and white eyeshadow stood out against my tan skin, mascara causing my eyelashes to almost touch my forehead.
After picking up my LG Vortex and my blue iPod, I jogged down the stairs. Harold and Lucinda looked at me from the front door, coats in hand. I grabbed my purse from the coat rack, thankful that the rest of my luggage was already in the car.
It felt nice standing next to Harold, seeing as I towered over him. He was a short man, only about five foot four, and I was five foot seven. He glanced up at me and then pulled me into a hug, easily wrapping his arms around my size eight frame. Why he was hugging me? I had no idea, but it didn't feel right. Something was off, but I let it slide.
"It's time to hit the road!"
Tears slowly began to creep down my cheeks, marking my heart with agonizing pain as I lay in my hospital bed. None of us had seen that van, swerving on the wet roads. Not until it was too late. I was the only survivor of that terrible night. I was alone... Well, ALMOST alone.