fear (feer)
A feeling of agitation and dread caused by the presence or imminence of danger.
Chapter 1
I quicken the pace of my footsteps as I hear an ambulance siren blaring in my ears. I know that there are other people out there that are a lot worse then I am. But the pain in my arm has become so unbearable every time I move it I break into tears. The ambulance has passed now and all I hear is the splashes under my feet as I step into the puddles in the road. I enter the hospital and am pushed over by some man whose growing hysterical. The pain in my arm is too much for me and I start sobbing on the floor.
"This is ridiculous!" the man shouts just adding to my fear and uncertainty. "I have been waiting here for 3 hours with this god damn migraine and nobody has done anything about it!"
'People worse off then me' I think again. A large man comes from behind the desk and confronts the man.
"You're just going to have to wait sir," he says. The migraine man balls his fist up and is about to hit the man when security is all over him. I try to soften my cries so I won't bring too much attention to my self. The large man bends down to me and my heart jumps to my throat.
"Hi there," he whispers. "I'm Jerry." Immediately I feel better.
"Jerry," I repeat quietly wiping away tears with my good arm. I have to wince at the pain that hits me from the black eye I know that's growing. He gently touches the blood I know that's been drying under my left ear.
"Why don't we go get you cleaned up," he suggests opening up his arms. I fall into his embrace and he lifts me off the floor with ease. He takes me back behind the desk where there our beds set out, curtains around each individual one. He sets me on an empty one and I look back up at him.
"Uh…Dr. Ross," he calls to a man in a white doctors coat. I cradle my arm close to my body as he approaches.
"What do we got Jerry?" he asks. Jerry shrugs.
"Don't know. I found her. Alone and scared."
"Well I'm Doug, what's your name?" he asks.
"Car…Carmella," I stammer.
"I'll see you later Carmella," Jerry says kissing me on the forehead. "Dr. Ross will take very good care of you." I nod my head then look back up at Doug.
"How old are you Carmella?" he asks.
"Six," I say holding up my fingers. Their stiff from all the dried blood that cakes them.
"Carmella where are your parents?" he asks. I feel like I got the wind knocked out of me.
"Please," I plead falling into Doug and holding him tight. "Please don't make me go back." I start to cry into his chest as the same fear creeps back into my heart.
I know it's really short. I have a lot of good things going for this story so please tell me what you think. What you think really matters!! Please don't be too harsh:) It was just an idea I came with the other day and decided to run with.
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