To the people out there, this chapter gets a little bloody at points. Nothing horrible but I know that there are people who don't like to read about blood. Disclaimer- iOwn Nothing
The worry in their eyes was making me feel a little queasy. They weren't speaking and that made it worse. I tried to sit up, but when I shifted my weight something in my lower legs snapped. I cried out as tears welled up in my blue eyes. I felt like a knife had been driven through my leg and was slowly severing my bones. A string of curse words flew from my mouth until I saw the look on the doctors faces. I gritted my teeth and turned to Carly.
"What the heck is wrong with me?"I said in a shaky voice as I collapsed back into my bed. I had never felt pain like this. Something was messed up with my legs.
Carly looked at me with pity in her chocolate eyes."Sam, you may never walk again."
I sat alone in my bed. My world was slowly falling apart. I couldn't believe it. I might not walk again. I wouldn't be able to get the rush of running from the cops and I couldn't dance at parties. I would be looked down on like a loser. People would never think of me as strong again. I would fade back into the shadows.
I looked around the room, wanting someone to talk to. Freddie had woken up a while ago and had gone to get some normal clothes. I asked him to get a ham for me, but the cafeteria didn't have any.
"Even if they had some, he wouldn't have gotten you any." said the old Sam. Great, the voices are back.
"Yes,he would have." said the girly Sam. I decided that I would call the girly side Freddie's Sam because that part of me always wanted to be his.
"Are you kidding me? He hates you, even if you did save his life."
"He loves you and he always has!" Freddie's Sam protested.
I began to see a distortion in the air, almost a shimmer. Two figures appeared, one that looked like Melanie or Carly and one that looked like someone who should be in jail or at least have a parol officer. They both had my face and hair, but it was like looking at a picture of Melanie and me from past years. A perfect little flawless girl and an demon child who everybody hated and feared.
"Sam,you know Freddie loves Carly." said the second one with the same cunning voice of old Sam, "You know that Puckett's don't need anyone."
"That's not true! Everyone needs someone to love." said Freddie's Sam as she fidgeted in her hot pink jacket.
"Maybe I'm wrong." said the old Sam as she shrugged her shoulders," Maybe Sam's not a Puckett. Maybe she's gone soft!" Old Sam glared at me.
"I haven't gone soft! I'm still a
Puckett!"I say with an undertone of a growl.
"Prove it." Old Sam challenged. I struggled to sit up but a fresh wave of pain washed over me. I tried to hold myself up but it, but it was too much. I sank back into my comforting pillow.
"Weak. You're just like the nubs who used to fear you." Old Sam said, disgusted with me.
I shifted my weight to my arms so as to push myself forward and onto my feet. I heard something in my shoulder crack then it gave out as more agony made it impossible to use. I still didn't give up even though Freddie's Sam was screaming at me not to do it. I propelled myself forward with my good arm by pushing off the bed railing.
I landed on the floor, feet first, with a sickening crunch. I cried out in agony as red blotches spread through the gauze rapidly and form bloody pools on the floor. Tears mixed with the red liquid as the bones snapped.
"Good job, Puckett."said old Sam snickering, "You're not as weak as I thought."
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my balance. I lifted a foot, trying to ignore the fresh crack of bones and the new waves of pure intense pain, as I set it down. I struggled as I swayed. Every new pulse of pain threatened to force my knees to buckle.
"Don't fall!" old Sam sneered, pushing me. My chest hurt and it was getting harder to breathe. The puddles of blood made me sick to my stomach. My knees gave out as my vision blurred a little.
Freddie's POV
I walked back from the cafeteria. Due to Carly's worrying, I didn't get a vanilla or chocolate dessert. I heard a yell followed by screaming. I knew that voice! It was Sam! I ran down hallway and skidded to a stop in front of our room.
Sam was standing by her bed. She clutched her left knee as she took a step. The snap of small bones seemed to echo through the room as she sobbed. Her legs and hands were drenched with blood. She swayed a little then she paled. Sam gasped for air, clutching at her heart. She swayed again, leaned a little too far, and started to fall.
I ran into the room, diving to my knees. She fell into my arms. Her eyes fluttered and I brushed back her bangs. Sam groaned as she tried to move.
"Sam, why did you try to walk?" I asked softly.
"She said I was weak. I don't want to be weak." she said in dry, cracking voice.
"Who is she?"I asked in a confused tone.
"You can't see them? Why can't you see them?"She was quickly cut off by a severe coughing fit. I yelled as loud as I could for a nurse.
" F-Freddie, I... I think I l-love..." Sam's eyes fluttered again and she never finished her sentence. The nurses and doctors rushed into the room. They asked me all kinds of questions that I answered numbly. Who were the people Sam was talking about? What was she going to say before she blacked out?
So, what did you think? I think this could've been a LOT better. Please give me some constructive critisim, because I'm gonna improve this! :)
RBL xXx :D