Chapter 2

I woke up and my head was pounding. The lights were so bright and every single part of my body was aching. It felt like even my hair hurt. Where the hell am I? What happened? A lady in purple scrubs came into view.

"Oh honey so glad to see you awake!" She exclaimed pouring some water.

"Where am I?" I asked her in the groggiest voice I could muster. From what it looked like was clearly a medical room of some sort but why?

"You're in the hospital darling, let me go get the doctor" Her voice changed from excited to depressed. What the actual fuck is going on? Some dude in a white coat came in with the nurse following closely behind him.

"Hey Luna. How are you feeling?" He asked me. Dr. White how ironic.

"I feel like I just got hit by a truck" I said shielding my vision from the bright ass lights. The nurse and doctor exchanged a glance when I said that.

"Luna we need to discuss the extent of your injures and the accident" Dr. White said. What is he talking about? Why is everyone beating around the bush on why I'm here.

"What accident? What are you talking about?" I said in an aggravated tone. I was starting to get annoyed.

"Luna, what's the last thing you remember?" He asked me.

"I was with my family in the car and we were singing and that's all I remember. Wait the car, is that what accident you're referring to? Did we crash? Where are they at?" I had a millions questions and was starting to panic but was receiving answers from nobody. The doctor and nurse remained quiet, so I yanked the IV out of my arm and went to stand up. I realized I had a cast on my ankle I was bruised all over the place. The nurse quickly came over to me keeping me in one spot.

"Luna, I'm sorry to inform you that your family perished in the crash. You were the only survivor. Everyone was DOA." Dr. White informed me. So that's why they looked to weird when I said got hit by a truck because we literally fucking did. Oh my god what am I going to do that was my family, the only family I've ever known. I've never even met my father's brother. They live in Washington or something.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I yelled at him.

"It means dead on arrival, which means they probably didn't suffer it was quick" He told me. I didn't even know what to think or feel anymore. I'm all alone now where am I going to live? How am I going to live? I can't do this. I started hyperventilating and everything went black.