Theorem-Chapter 1
Summary: Esme, an 8th grade Algebra teacher, is heartbroken. The painful separation from her overpowering and gruesome husband causes her to go to drastic measures. As a result, a chance encounter in a hospital emergency room shows her the way. An angst-filled tale about finding yourself and what true love really is. Based off of MY Algebra teacher [I don't know what really happened, so this is my version of how things (I hope) will turn out...].
I jumped.
Down...
Down...
Down...
I didn't even feel it when I hit the icy water. I was already to numb to feel it.
But I did feel the air escape my lungs as I sang deeper and deeper under the tossing waves. This was all too familiar...
But this time, I welcomed the darkness as my eyes closed for what I hoped would be the last time...
My eyes shot open as I hacked and coughed up the water left in my lungs into a bowl sitting nearby. Cliff diving. Very bad idea.
When I was finished, I sat back and looked around. I was in a hospital room, in a hospital bed. I had things stuck in my arm. And I had two people starring intently at me as if I were a brand new cherry red Lamborghini; two woman.
One slightly overweight middle aged woman carrying a plastic clipboard and a red pen hurried to my side. "You are Esme Platt, correct?"
I nodded and sighed.
She made a mark on the clipboard and asked several more questions. When she was done, she hung the clipboard on the end of my bed and pushed the other woman out the door.
I grumbled to myself. The fourth failed suicide attempt this month; drowning myself obviously won't work.
I was brainstorming other ideas when a small group of people walked in; a tall, bulky, dark-haired man carrying a camera, a short, blonde woman, and two light-haired men who had their backs turned to me. They seemed to be fighting.
The man with the camera spotted me and pointed it towards my face. He snapped a few photos before I could scream at him. Hmmm, my meds must be waring off...
I realized that the men that had had their backs turned were now looking at me. One had messy, bronze-colored hair and green eyes. Then, I checked out the other...whoa...
This man had perfectly disheveled blonde hair, and clear blue eyes. Oh, and an unpleasant frown plastered to his lips...
He stepped forward. "Esme Platt..." his voice carried through the room. The green-eyed man groaned and stomped out.
"Yeah?" I asked innocently.
"We need to run a few more tests on you before you can leave." He came to stand beside the bed and picked up my hand. He started squeezing in certain places, asking if I felt anything.
Every time I said no, he would get this worried look on his face. Until he asked the short blonde for a list of my medications, at least.
"B12...blah, blah, blah...oh! Qwell... Okay, I see..." he mused as he rapidly skimmed through the long listing of pills.
I searched his chest for a name tag while he finished with me, but there wasn't one to be found. There wasn't a badge or some kind of ID either.
I sighed in defeat. The man with the camera gave me a funny look. I rolled my eyes and laid back on the mattress as the man questioned me further.
After another half hour of interrogation about my use of Qwells, the man told me to decrease the dosage and to get some sleep, and he and his little possy left me to my peace.
But one question rang in my mind:
When in the hell am I gonna get out of here?
Well? Icky? Funny? Stupid? Tell me what you think! (Please?)
HanAlice