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Running into the Dim
Running. She was running down a barren hallway. The floors were damp and it was dark, lit by green lamps.
Why am I in a hospital? Is this even a hospital? Why am I in a hospital gown? Am I still at home, sleeping in my bed about to go to that stupid party with Alexis. So this is all a dream, a really vivid dream.
Shayna raced down the hallways looking for a way out, but no matter long she ran, she could not get out.
But if this was a dream, how can I feel the pain in my legs, and the air in my hair? This isn't a dream, isn't it? God, how did I get in here?
"You're not dreaming, Shayna."
Shayna screamed and fell down the damp, cold ground. She landed on her knees, slapping her palms to the ground to balance herself. Her palms stung with the impact, the stinging pulse spreading from her hands up her arms. Shayna was breathing heavy, another slight pain in her head.
Ok, I'm just imagining the voice. There is no one behind me, silly.
"You know, you are really starting to annoy me."
Shayna screamed again and turned around so that she was on her bottom. She starred at the eyes of a young boy who looked a little older than she did. He had messy, brown hair and piercing green eyes. He looked tired, big black circles under his eyes. His lips partly black.
"Oh my God! Who are you?!" Shayna screamed in terror. She had no idea someone was behind her. He was not even out of breath. He just smiled an evil looking smirk.
"Names Paul. And you my dear wondered into the Old Kingdom." Paul said before laughing and walking around Shayna like a vulture. Shayna did not like this Paul guy, she thought he was creepy.
"Where am I?"
"Ah, should have been listening." Paul said like a little child proving a point.
"I was listening! Now tell me where I am! Please." Shayna said. She was scared, afraid of might happen to her. Paul rolled his eyes.
"You don't remember? Jeez, that bullet did mess you up. Follow me." Paul said and began to walk away. Shayna did not move, her body was shaking. "You know, I know the way out of this place and so far I am the only one you got there, short time. So my advice is to – follow." Paul said and Shayna complied. She stood up and walked feet behind Paul.
"Bullet? What bullet?"
"Do I have to explain everything to you? You're nearly dead!" Shayna gasped and repeated the word 'no' many times in a soft tone. Paul laughed at her agony.
"Belief it, cupcake. I would prove it to you, but eh…you just gonna have to wait for that lil' bit." Paul said as they walked down the hallways for what seemed like a while. He did not like showing the new guest around the place. It took to long to get from place to place since he could not travel conveniently through walls.
"Wait so if I'm nearly dead, how I am walking and things like that? Shouldn't I be…" Shayna stopped for a second, new thoughts streaming in her head. She looked up at Paul with disbelief and fear in her eyes.
"Welcome to spirit life, cupcake. Life's a bitch." Paul said before throwing Shayna over his shoulder and walking through a wall. Shayna was screaming and pounding on Paul's back. She screamed to be rescued, to be put down. She was moving so much, that Paul set her down for two seconds to readjust her when he saw it hanging from her neck gleaming off the dim light.
Paul was hypnotized by the necklace, memories and feelings flooding into his head. He felt as though he just could not bring Shayna to the Pain Room. He felt that something was different about this soul and he did not know why. It scared him; he was going soft.
"Go. Go. Just go." Paul said weakly as he walked away in fury.
"But the way out."
"Honestly, cupcake, I'm not one of the good guys. Find that flea bag to help you or that annoying brat. Just get out of here. I can't stand you!" Paul said before disappearing into a wall.
Shayna stood there confused and shocked. How could someone be so forceful and practically insane one moment and then just run away. What did she do to him? She looked down at the necklace that her great grandmother gave her before she died and gently ran her fingers over the cold metal.
Then reality struck.
Welcome to spirit life, cupcake. Life's a bitch.
Shayna grabbed her necklace. Opening up the locket, there was a picture of her great grandmother. She had a friendly face and in the picture, she was wearing the same locket. Shayna leaned against the grimy, damp wall, tears forming in her eyes.
"Grandma M, what am I suppose to do? I don't want to be stuck in this spirit world. I don't want to see them. I want out of here." Shayna cried as she slid down the wall into a big heap on the floor.
x.x -
"She's fading! Quick get an IV in her! Quickly, Carrie, quickly." Doctor Hook said walking around the bed of the young Shayna Rivers. His eyes were in a straight stare as he studied the girl.
Carrie injected a needle into the girl's arm and stepped back, trying not to get in the way of Doctor Hook. Hook did not want to lose another patient, the last one only two days ago of a heart attack. Every death took its toll on the young doctor. Will Martin was only sixteen when he died two days ago. However, Shayna was much thinner than Will, nearly 100 pounds thinner.
Doctor Hook ordered the nurse to inject Shayna with certain medicine and other things to get Shayna stable, however it took nearly thirty minutes until she was in a condition were she did not need to be worked on constantly in order to live. A nurse, Nurse Carrie, was assigned to check on Shayna every fifteen to twenty minutes. Ms. Rivers was called from her home and in less than ten minutes, Ms. Rivers was by her daughter's side on the verge of tears.
"Is she suffering?" Ms. Rivers asked as she looked through tears at her daughter. The heart monitor beeping at a steady, fast rate. Shayna did not look like she was in much pain, as she slept, however there was still an oxygen tube hooked up to her nose and an IV in her arm.
Doctor Hook shifted his weight to his other leg and took a deep breath.
"No." Ms. Rivers let out a breath that she had held for a while.
"Though, we believe that when she does wake up, or at least is conscious enough to feel – we believe that she would be in…pain." Doctor Hook tried to get that fact out without causing Ms. Rivers much metal suffering.
"Oh…um, speaking of that…I…I was wondering if her chances of living im – improved?" Ms. Rivers tried to spit that out the best that she could, her voice shaky. Doctor Hook took another deep breath and removed his gaze from the trembling mother.
"No, Ms. Rivers, the chances decreased."
