Author's Note: alright guys here is a filler chapter cause I was overly bored you should still get your Monday chapter if you people review but if not then I do not know when I will post next sooo…REVIEW!!!!!
Disclaimer: im to lazy to think of a disclaimer so see first chapter
ELLIE POV
My arm was burning. My left arm to be exact was burning as if it had been lit on fire. I could not move and everything was dark. The only thing I felt was the pain on my left side. I did not know if I was sitting or standing so I would not be able to tell you that. I am dead. Dead. Death. Gone. Terrible words, all so different but meaning the same thing. They mean that I was never coming back. I THOUGHT I was dead at least I was pretty sure. But could one feel pain if they were gone? I did not what to die… no that was not my intention. I wanted very much to live and be a journalist maybe one day have a family. I just wanted to make the pain go away all the stress and the tension between the world, and myself I wanted it gone. Not once did I say I wanted to die… I did not even want that as an option. But when the razor dug a deep little slit into my arm and I felt the cool red river float down my arm I knew there was no turning back. Death was my only way out of this torture.
Caught in my thoughts I did not even notice the sounds around me. The quiet buzz of two or more voices speaking softly. Or the sound of something beeping. And there was someone crying to right beside me I could hear them sobbing. But the pain was still there. Stinging this time and burning slightly enough to, if I was conscious, bring tears to my eyes. Maybe this was not the end; in fact I thought it was only the beginning. I could tell because I could feel again. I was laying down on something so incredibly soft. A blanket maybe. Things were brightening up and I could see again. I moved my fingers a little and found that someone was clinging to my hand as if they were sinking and I was the rope. I gave their hand a little squeeze but found that they did not respond.
Blinking my eyes open I took in my surroundings. I realized that I was not lying on a blanket it was indeed a bed and that beeping was the monitor beside me showing that I was still alive. The sobbing, well that had stopped by now and the person beside me had fallen asleep. I was in the hospital. And my best friend was clinging onto my hand. The sight of him, so grief-stricken, immediately saddened me, I wanted to embrace him but I remembered our conversation from earlier and I quickly recovered. I moved my arms to shake him awake but found that I was attached to some tubes running in and out of different parts of my body. Three in my right arm, one in my left and one in my nose. I wanted desperately to rip them out of my body but then the small Italian boy next to me stirred awake rubbing his eyes he took in my probably blood shot eyes and as his widened.
"El?"
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