"She has been really lucky!"
voices. "Yes, but on the other hand she hasn't been lucky at all!."
who are they? What happened?
"That plane was so badly damaged I was suprised there was someone still alive!."
I moaned. "She's waking up!"
"Oh yeah, I remember." I blinked my eyes. "There was something wrong with the plane."
I tried to get up. "Don't! You should lay down! You have a concussion, several broken ribs and a broken arm! You must stay in your bed until everything is fully recovered!" said one of the nurses at my bedside. "Mom, Dad, my best friend Tessa. Where are they? Are they all right?"
The nurses looked at me with pity. I knew it.
"They're gone." I whispered as I felt tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry." said the nurses both at the same time.
Everything felled empty. Nobody came to visit me. Besides my parents and best friend I had no relatives or friends. My parents were both only children and their parents were long deceased. My best friend's parents were not there. Well, nobody knew who they were. She was abandoned at an orphanage, she considered them her family.
Okay, one of my teachers did come to visit but it just didn't feel the same. It felt the same as a nurse or doctor came into my room for yet another check-up or for the umpteenth time to give a shot. I really felt incredibly lonely. It hurt so much. At night it was even worse. I cried. "Please let me have people to love." I whispered pleadingly.
"I could arrange that." said a voice. I turned my head and saw a boy about my age maybe a little younger. His left eye, from my point of vieuw, was covered by an eye patch. The other was blood red. And behind him stood a butler.