Chapter 4
I wonder when I'll wake up. My mind kept repeating:
The Spanish Influenza, The Spanish Influenza, The Spanish Influenza
As I lay in my hospital bed, I couldn't bring myself to think about my parents, not yet. I'm going to die anyway, hopefully I'll get to see them soon enough. I didn't want to think about losing my parents or how they were already gone. I could tell I was still laying down but not much else I knew. Only when it involved me or as if it was in a certain vicinity. I'm not sure how long I lay there, it could be hours, minutes or even years, but after a certain amount of time I heard someone's voice. The voice sounded like it came from Carlisle, but it was fuzzy and hard to hear, the words were all jumbled up and mixed. I couldn't make out a coherent sentence.
I couldn't bring myself to move or speak, couldn't even open my eyes. I knew someone said something to me and I wanted to reply, but I felt drained of whatever energy I once had. I could feel him move my head to the side, exposing my neck. Then something punctured my neck and I thought it was a needle but would there be two needles at once? All I could focus on, was the fact that it hurt, a lot. Not as much as it hurt after he pulled away, it felt like he injected something inside my neck and it was spreading quickly throughout my body, down my arms and my legs spreading inside my stomach and torso like wildfire. It sure felt like I was on fire, burning and it wouldn't let up. I was burning in hell and the pain had no weak spot, the same amount everywhere in my body.
Why would he do this to me? Cause this sort of pain, I thought I knew Carlisle and that he would be the type of person to put me out of my misery. I am going to die anyway, why make me suffer? God I hope I die soon.
It was like I was hyper-aware of everything going on in my little vicinity, someone carrying me and setting me down on a separate bed, a sheet being put over me.
WAIT! I wasn't dead, oh no, they thought I was dead didn't they? What would they do to my body? Bury me in the ground...ALIVE?! I couldn't handle the anger pent up inside me anymore, I wouldn't let them think I was dead. The pain was growing in my heart but never lessening anywhere else. I screamed and it was loud, I couldn't hear much but I knew it was loud because my throat was hurting, the screaming just added to the fire. I was surprised I got any sound out of my mouth, but it wasn't helping, the pain didn't lessen. If anything it increased, but maybe someone heard me and now they'll realize that I wasn't dead. I stopped the pointless screaming and just took it all in, absorbed all the pain I was feeling.
This pain can't last forever, I hoped. Who knows, maybe this is what death is, what it feels like. Am I in hell?
I know I wasn't always the nicest person and certainly wasn't a christian but I never did anything extreme to deserve this. Hours definitely passed, maybe even days, I couldn't take my mind of the pain enough to focus on trying to count the minutes or try to move my body.
My fingers felt numb for a fraction of a second, the pain subsided a little, and after awhile it was like it was retreating from fingers and toes or rather my core was sucking it in. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as it was the thing absorbing the pain. Although my fingers and toes started feeling better, absorbing the pain meant that my heart was feeling more pain and I didn't think that was even possible.
Next my entire body slowly started feeling pain free, but my heart was going to explode. I wish it would, so that I could be at peace. I swear my heart was beating a million miles a minute.
That was right before it stopped.
Dun, Dun, DUHHH
I love this chapter's ending!
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-L1ttleBunnY
