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I didn't understand.
I didn't understand why that doctor had been asking me all those strange questions. I didn't understand why that man had gotten so angry with me. I didn't understand why my father hadn't come in yet. But what made it worse was that no one was telling me anything! I was going crazy alone in that tiny room, and my imagination was running away with me, which was never a good idea. Still, I was relived hat they had taken all the wires and stuff out of he, including that heart rate thing and the IV. I shoved my thumb inside my mouth, and started to suck it. I know that's really childish and stupid of me, but I always do it when I'm nervous or bored, and now was a time for both of those reasons. I'd take it out before Dad came back; he gets really mad when I suck my thumb. Looking around, there wasn't really anything to do, until I saw a TV in the top corner of the room. I couldn't help but wonder how they even got it there. I spotted the remote on the bedside table, and decided that watching something might calm me down. I sometimes watch Transformers on Saturday mornings if I can wake up early enough, which isn't very often. I really like cartoons. Thankfully, I did find some cartoons, but I hadn't seen this one ever before. There was a strange, small, blue blobby looking person, a very tall, red person with skinny legs, one arm and a wonky eye and a big smile, a large, purple monster with big horns and a Spanish accent, and a strange bird, airplane, plant looking thing that was laying coloured eggs and said 'coco' a lot. I raised one eyebrow. It defiantly looked weird, and really random, but after watching for a minute or two, I started to really enjoy it. That is, I was, before I was rudely disturbed by a man yelling in the corridor. Looking around, through the large window, which made the hallway visible, I saw Dr. Willow's arguing with the man that had shouted at me before. I turned the volume of the TV a little, to try and listen into what was going on outside my room.
"What the hell are you talking about!?" the mad hollered, waving his arms around for emphasise. "There is no way that could happen!"
"P-Peter…" the women behind the man said, placing her hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. She looked really pretty, sort of like mom. I was glad she was trying to calm him down. I hate it when people shout, it never ends well.
"No, El, I'm not buying it!" he snapped, though he didn't seam angry with the lady, or 'El' as he had just called her. "It'll just be one of his stupid games he plays. Trust me, I've spent three years of my life chasing him, he's played very trick in the book."
"Sir," the doctor said, very sternly, glaring at him. "If you do not lower your voice, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Look, you can not honestly tell me that he has amn-" he began, pointing over through the glass in my direction, before looking over at me and glaring, not finishing his sentence. I froze for a brief second, my body completely wrapped in fear, before quickly returning to my senses and ripping my thumb out of my mouth, pressing the 'off' button on the remote and casting my eyes downwards, not daring to move a muscle after that, though I did look cautiously at them from the corner of my eyes, which was also covered my a few bangs of my thick, curly hair. The man, Peter, seamed to mutter something under his breath, shacking his head as he walked down the hall, out of my view, the doctor going the opposite way, leaving the women standing by herself, looking a little torn, like she was trying to make her mind up about something. After a few seconds, she looked back at me, smiled to herself, before heading for the door to enter my room. I gulped a little, and straightened my back up, but still keeping my eyes down. I don't really like new people; I'm not sure how to act around them. But I thought that my safest bet would be to be respectful to her. She slowly and carefully walked into the room, very gently walking over to me, so that her footsteps where very light and barely made a noise. She said silently down in the chair next to my bed.
"Hi, Neal," she greeted softly, smiling warmly.
"Hello, Ma'am," I said politely, though I wasn't really sure why she was acting like that. It was almost like she thought I was made of glass and would break if she did anything wrong.
"Neal… Neal, do you know who I am?" she asked, sounding a little upset, her eyes looking wide and saddened.
"Are you one of the neighbour ladies?" I asked carefully, not sure of my own answer. In truth, I hadn't seen her ever before in my life, though she did seem somehow familiar. Apparently, this wasn't the right answer, because her head lowered in sadness and I saw her eyes filling with tears, before a few streamed down her cheeks. This defiantly shocked me. I hate it when people cry, almost as much as I do when they shout, but knowing that I was the one who had just mad her cry made me feel horrible. "P-please don't cry. I'm sorry, just, please don't cry, I'm sorry!" I begged, hating myself for getting her upset.
"It's okay," she said quickly, wiping away her stray tears and smiling kindly. "I'm find, don't worry about me."
I blinked. Don't worry about her? She had just cried because of me and I was meant to not worry? I always worry when people cry, regardless about who they are. Still, I tried not to, like she told me, or at least I tried not to show how worried I was.
"So, are you feeling any better?" she asked m brightly.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, hoping that could somehow help the situation a bit. I don't think it did, because she just looked more saddened.
"My names Elizabeth, Neal. Elizabeth Burke."
"Sorry, Miss. Burke," I apologised, looking down again.
"Don't apologise, It's not your fault that you didn't know me," she told me, though she still looked really sad. I wasn't sure why, but I felt like it some how was my fault that she couldn't remember me. "And you can all me Elizabeth. Or El, which every you'd prefer."
"Okay… El," I said, smiling a little. I'd never called an adult by their first name before. Not unless you counted my 21 year old cousin, Chloe, who visited every other years from Australia.
"Neal, could you please tell me how old you are?" she asked me with pleading eyes and an anxious expression on her face.
"I'm nine," I answered simply.
"Oh," she said, trying to mask some of the sadness in her voice. "I wouldn't have guessed, you look a little…"
"Young?" I offered her, to which she chuckled a little bit. I was a bit glad that I was able to cheer her up a little. I do look sort of young for my ages, but that's just because I'm really short and I have a 'baby face', as my mom puts it.
She smiled warmly at me, seaming a bit happier. Just a bit. It was because of that motherly smile that I trusted her enough to ask her something that I wanted to know for a while. "El… do you know who that man was? The one that's mad at me?" I knew that his name was Peter, but that was just about it.
She blinked a little, before giving me a comforting smile. "That's Peter, Neal. He's my husband, and he's not angry with you, sweetie. He's just… Peter. And he's under a lot of stress at work and with this all going on… he just doesn't know how to handle it is all." She said it nicely enough, but I got very scared again. Her husband?! Oh, I was dead! The man was already angry with me, despite what El had told me, and on top of that, I had just made his wife cry! Geez, I knew I could be, but not this much! I don't think I did a good job of hiding my fear, as El looked at me with a look of pure concern on her face before quickly changing the subject.
"Are you hungry?" she asked out of the blue. "There's a little coffee shop downstairs if you want some food. Besides, the doctor told us that you should try and move around a little bit."
I immediately nodded without thinking. I was really hungry, and I really wanted to think about something else. "Yes, please," I said, smiling a little myself.
"Great, I'm pretty hungry myself. Come on then," she told me, her smile genuine, as she lightly squeezed my hand and stood up, waiting for me to follow. I smiled back, before pulling the thin sheets of me and swinging my legs out of bed to stand up. You know that feeling you get once you're in an elevator and it starts moving it upwards? That's how I felt as soon as I lifted myself from that bed. My legs stumbled a bit as if they where new to me, and I felt dizzy as I continued to stand up. I was as tall, if not taller, that Elizabeth! No, that couldn't have been right. Was she a dwarf? No, that wouldn't make sense, Mr. Burke and Dr. Willows where around her high. Which could only mean… I worryingly looked down at myself. Every thing, my whole body was bigger, and longer and hairier! Last time I had checked, I was really short, skinny little kid, but I looked like I was in the body of an adult. I started to shack, my mind going blank with pure fear. This was just messed up! It made no sense. It was as if someone had switched my brain for someone else's. My whole body looked so strangled and warped, like one of those funhouse mirrors.
"W-what's happening to me?!" I asked desperately, shacking violently. I felt sick to my stomach, and the blind terror I was feeling really wasn't helping.
"Can we get a nurse in here please!?" Elizabeth shouted towards the open door, before gently and quickly helping me back down to the bed, holding me carefully. "Shhh, It's okay, sweetie. It's okay."
"N-n-no, no it's n-not!" I said, sobbing at this point, tears streaming down my face quickly and uncontrollably. "What's happening to me? W-why am I like a grown up!" I wanted her to tell me so badly, but she didn't answer, simple rocked me back and forth, like I was a little baby instead of nine… or whatever age I was now. I was vaguely aware of a few nurses and the doctor coming into the room, doing various things, before they made Elizabeth go away, although I really wanted her to stay, pinned me back down to the bed and gave me a shot of something. I really hate shots. But after a while it all calmed down, and I felt really tired again. The last thing I thought before falling asleep, was 'El… do we somehow know each other?'
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