A/N: Okay then. Here is my third chapter in this story, obviously. So I hope you enjoy reading it, and once your done leave me a review.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING FAMILIAR TO YOU! HONEST TO GOODNESS...I don't.
I open my eyes and find myself back in a hospital bed. Looking at the curtains that carefully conceal me from the harsh world, I wonder if anyone has come to visit me. Despair makes my chest tight. This sweeping pain seems to be my constant companion. My parents died only a month ago. I have no one to go to. No one to hold me when I cry, and there is certainly no one to visit me in this forsaken hospital. I am utterly alone.
Abandoned by this cruel world, I roll onto my side and curl into a ball, pulling my blankets closer around me. I force diminutive comfort from them, I can at least hide myself in a cocoon of warmth for a while. I close my eyes, telling myself that I will not cry. I am not weak, I am better then this. Giving up, I open my eyes and stare at my room through a crease.
"I hate this," I murmur hoarsely to myself, "if I'm going to be trapped at a hospital at least drug me up with something so I won't feel like this." I go to fling my legs over the side of my bed but freeze when I hear movement. My door is pressed open and two sets of shoes approach my bed. Quickly I arrange myself in a fake sleep. Curse the heart monitor that will surely give away the fact that I am not sleeping, I forcefully sill my body.
"She's not been sleeping well has she?" A clearly male voice inquires.
"Andrea sleeps fitfully even with the drugs we've been giving her," another muscular voice replies, there is almost a disappointed undertone in his voice. So they have been drugging me, I think, a sad smirk displays itself on my face for a moment. Peeking through my lashes, I can see that the heart monitor is hidden, with me, behind the curtain. A flicker of a smile graces my feature once more before I force myself to calm down.
With a clicking and a sliding sound, I can hear them walking out of my room. Strange, I think but make nothing of it. After all, what is there to make of it.
Time elapses, and I feel myself begin to drift into unconsciousness. Abruptly, a nurse bustles into my room and throws my curtain open. Bright sunlight bursts into my once dark shell. Cringing, I shield my eyes from the unwanted light.
"Sorry deary," the cheery nurse says patting my arm with her hand. Giving her an assessing glance, I shrug as my acceptance to her apology.
She puts a tray of food on a desk like contraption, then moves it so that its over my lap. Adjusting my bed so that I am sitting up, I truly want to glower at her for disrupting my peaceful shell. With absolutely no warning, she removes my IV. Gasping, I nearly curse at her. Before I have a chance to she's jabbing me in the arm with something. As I'm opening my mouth to tell her to get the hell out of my room she says, "Your going to be going home today sweetie, you excited?"
My jaw clenches for a moment before her words really hit home.
"What? with who?" I ask rather shocked. Of course the answer is obvious. Foster parents, who else?
"I'm not sure," she replies simply, "only the doctor knows and he's not allowed to tell anyone." I frown then pick up the plastic fork, opting to ignore the sketchy nurse. Choosing not to eat the mold colored jell-o, I forcibly eat the rest of the mushy, yet quite good, hospital food. The thought hits me that I haven't eaten in days, and I am woofing down the food hardly giving myself time to breath. After I finish I look up to see the nurse watching me intently from a chair. My eyes narrow and I tilt my head to give her a befuddled look. They must have doubled on the happy pills while I was sleeping, I think suddenly unsure how I should feel, or if I should feel. My hand finds its way to where my IV had been moments ago, it begins to rub at the spot where the tub had been.
"Will you leave me alone now?" I ask, my voice hoarse.
"Sure thing," my cheery nurse replies as she stands up. I can hear her as she leaves the room, but I don't watch. Knowing that if I watch I will cry, I keep my eyes tightly closed. I can't really feel much now. Drifting open, my eyes focus on nothing, my thoughts dip from one thing to another. For a moment I am hoping that the foster parents transport me while I'm sleeping. In another instant, I know that I am not alone. Someone is brushing their fingers across my palm…
I can hear someone whispering in a dark tone meant for only that intended person to hear, that they did a good job. That I would be gone soon. That they would be paid, that they shouldn't worry, I wouldn't be hurt.
"Its for her own good," the person says.
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
Abruptly I sit up. Make a decision. The kind that you make in a heartbeat, and know that you will regret later. Throwing my legs over the edge of the bed, I push myself off and begin ripping everything that seems like it belongs to this hospital off my body. Before I know it, I'm standing in a pair of underwear and a bra that I'm not quite sure belongs to anyone. My entire body begins to tremble, I feel myself want to fall to the floor. Rushing forward, I am throwing myself out of my room and into a hallway. I am running down it. Turning a corner, I'm in a locker room. My brain can't seem to keep up with the flurry of actions happening around me.
I'm dressed.
I'm on an elevator.
Bing.
Moving on their own accord, I follow where my feet want to take me. When I look up, I know that I am lost. But I'm free. Yet I'm not sure if that's what I wanted to begin with.
You're free, my mind whispers.
You're lost, I answer. At this point, I know that whatever drug the hospital gave me has made me crazy. Falling to my knees, I take a moment to look around at my surroundings. Perfect place to stop, I think. A dimly lit side street sidewalk. Leaning my back against the brick building behind me, I look down at my body. Purple and bright pink scrubs adorn my skinny frame, not that I had expected much of anything, I had hoped I would be matching. "Oh well," I sigh, shocking myself with how hoarse and odd my voice sounds. Bringing my knees to my chest, I rest my chin on my bony extremity. For a moment I consider falling asleep, but only for a moment. I know that if I fall asleep I will be haunted with dreams of their all to familiar faces. So I can't sleep, I will sit here on this sidewalk until someone notices me.
I sit for what feels like hours, a drug induced numbness wiping away any incentive to move. When I do feel the drugs begin to were off, the abrupt terror that racks my system at being lost in this hell hole forces me to my feet. Now standing, I feel like falling back onto my bottom and curling into a ball and sobbing like a child. You're a damn ball of confused emotions, think Andrea, which way did you come from, but I can't remember. When I hear people behind me, I jump a little and begin walking swiftly down the sidewalk in front of me.
People come out of a bared shop before me, a brand new deep set fear of people abruptly blossoms so strongly in my stomach that I veer into a dark and dreary ally. Throwing myself behind a trashcan I crouch on the ground, peering around the edge to watch nervously as the people pass. My heart is pounding a erotic drum line within my chest. Thump, thump, thump, thump, its pounding so loud now that I fear the people on the street will hear it. One of them turn to look at me, but their face is wrong. Its not a face at all, its something terrifying. Something not human.
A scream catches in my throat and I fall backward, my feet kicking against the trashcan; vaulting that forward and crashing to the ground, and also forcing my skinny body to slide backward across the pavement. For a moment of clarity I can see that my monster has something that resembles a scarecrows mask over his face. However, the moment is gone just as quickly as it came and the scarecrow is back to a shadowy creature that used to haunt me in my dreams.
"Its not real," I chant to myself, "its not real." But I am scrambling to my feet as the creatures ebbs closer and closer to me. Turning tale, I run down the ally, but, to my horror, I find that I can't run far. Before me is a wall of brick, my heart is roaring in my ear. I am so petrified that I feel as though I might vomit, but at the same moment I'm frozen. Unable to even open my mouth and call for help, I stumble a few feet backward until my back is pressed against the unforgiving brick.
"Don't be afraid," the creature is hissing, a crackling laugh erupting from it. It comes yet another step closer, I turn my face away from it tears of terror rolling down my skin. "Soon you'll see the friends that you let die." My heart freezes, I cover my ears and fall to the ground.
"Don't you remember them?" The creature inquires, "you let them bleed out, like some sort of animals. Was that what they were to you? Animals." I am sobbing, out of terror and sorrow. Its clawed fingers touch my face and force me to look straight into its horrible black eyes. Frozen once again, I know that I truly cannot move. He releases my face and I tumble over my eyes closing. "That's right, it won't be long now will it?"
Pound. Pound. Pound…
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Andrea's eyes close almost in an admission of her surrender, that's when a masked figure makes his move. Jumping from the roof of the building that caged the terrified teen, Batman cruises easily to the ground. The dark knight is nearly silent when he lands. But the silence that has fallen over this dark ally is broken when the man speaks.
"What have you done to her Crane?" Batman demands in his gruffest of voices. The doctor, if one can stand to call him that, stiffens from his crouching position over the girl and turns to glare from behind his mask at his hated nemesis.
"Oh, I just had a nurse slip her some of my favorite drug. Nothing really," The doctor purrs, "I would never hurt an angel like her." Batman's eyes narrow on the doctor. It isn't like him to be so complacent with the fact that he's going to take Cranes new found victim. Then again, Crane wouldn't give anything up unless it was going to be dead soon. Eyes widening suddenly, Batman launches himself forward knocks the doctor away from Andrea. He's scooping her body, that feels so very fragile in his arms, off the ground and is taking her away from this alleyway. An ally that she does not belong in. He's taking her away from this world, taking her somewhere safe.
So there it is. My third chapter in this story. Its taken me long enough to upload it, but I think (I hope) I can get another chapter up soon! Anyways, review and tell me what you think!