Drifting off to sleep is easy, something simple that happens whether I like it or not usually. Waking up is a challenge. It is a struggle to lift the veil of dreams and grogginess, to command my lead filled limbs to move through my daily routine. Not today though, an unusual occurrence that should have warned me that something was off in the first place.

I shoot up from my bed-no not my bed- looking around and suddenly realizing that not only was I not on my bed, but these are also not my bare off white wall, this is not my chipped white door, this is not my room. As soon as my mind process this information I am thrown into a panic, frantic to figure out was has just happened. Coinciding at the same time I notice I'm connected to an IV and heart monitor that seems to show my heart rate is steadily elevating as I take in more of the room.

My first instinct is to detach everything and try to find a way out of wherever I am. Instead, I try to calm down and evaluate the situation, seeing as I'm not really sure that taking out the IV would be the best thing, unsure if removing it improperly would hurt me in the long run.

Looking around the room, it does look just like a regular hospital room would, but I've been watching too many episodes of Criminal Minds. "Okay so I've either been kidnaped or I'm actually in the hospital," I mutter to myself trying to calm my wild thoughts. As bad as it is I hope it was a kidnapping because at least then my family was probably okay.

The door suddenly arcs open and I scuffle back, afraid of the possibilities that may come from the outside but determined to protect myself if it comes to that. A woman wearing a nurses attire had me sighing in relief, glad that the situations my mind had conjured were proven wrong, especially when I got a glimpse of the world outside the white room I was in. Doctors, nurses, and others roamed the hall of whatever hospital I had ended up in.

"Oh hello there, it good to see you awake after what happened we weren't sure if you were ever going to wake up dear," throwing me into another panicked state, this time for a different reason. Oh god, what happened to me. Oh my god my family, my brothers, my mom.

"My family, please I need to know what happened, are they okay, oh my god they have to be okay I don't know what I would do if they weren't oh my god oh my god oh my god!" As I continue speaking my breathing becomes shallow, rapid, I twist my hands through my hair and start to pull, rocking my self back and forth. The nurse has not interrupted me yet which increases my distress I mean wouldn't she have said something if they were okay, oh god I can't nonononono.
"Miss please I need you to calm down, your fam-"
"NO, NO I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO SAY THEY NOT GONE NO NO NO NONONONONONONONO," I scream at the top of my lungs because if I can hear nothing but my own screaming maybe that will make it untrue, maybe then I will wake up from this nightmare.

All I can hear is the rapid beeping of the heart monitor, as other nurse and doctors come into my room, trying to calm me down, sedate me. I fight against them not wanting to be restrained, not wanting to be reminded of -no I said I would think about that anymore. They pin me down to the bed and inject something, presumably a sedative into my IV and as I drift all I can think is that I woke up to a nightmare. How true that really is, is something I'll only realize when I wake up...

I know this is pretty short but I'm hoping to get every chapter up to at least 1,000 words. Also, my update schedule will most likely be sometime during the weekend. I'm so happy that my little budding story already has people giving it love, thank you so much reviews mean a lot to me.