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Chapter 2 is coming up now!
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Here's Chapter 2!
I heard an annoying beeping noise next to me. I shook my head to try and clear my vision. I was in a clean white room, small, and I was alone. No one else was there. Still confused, I looked down at my body, only then noticing that I had an oxygen mask over my mouth. I tried to get it off, but it was strapped firmly to my face. The door opened and a lady walked in, in a white uniform. She smiled kindly at me, and I realised with a start that she was a nurse, which meant-
"You're in a hospital, dearie," she said kindly to me, noticing my confused expression. "It's a good thing you're awake. A lot of people have been very worried about you."
I sat up suddenly at her words, and my chest tightened painfully. "Are my parents here?" I gasped with the shock of the pain in my stomach and pulled in vain at the mask.
She averted my gaze, pushing me gently down on the bed again."Easy does it. You have a cracked rib and a punctured lung, you need that mask. Does it hurt to breathe?" she gave a small smile, but her eyes were rimmed with sadness for me.
I noticed she had avoided my question. I tried again. "Only if I sit up too quickly. Who's looking for me?" I couldn't imagine anyone but my parents would be out there, but she did say a lot of people, so...
"They said they were your friends from school," I looked at her blankly. I had no friends, from school or otherwise, Tony had made sure of that. The nurse continued, oblivious to my confusion. "They said their names were Tony, Clint and Bruce, and that they wanted to apologise to you personally."
I froze in terror and anger. "Do not let them come anywhere near me," I said hoarsely, finally coming free of the mask and sitting up, this time more slowly, when an idea came to me. It was strange and it was cruel, but it would rid me of them forever. "Tell them I'm dead," I whispered croakily, "that I died from the earlier wounds to my lungs." The nurse looked shocked, so I continued hurriedly. "Please," I begged her. "You have no idea what these people have done to me."
She looked at me for a long time. And then she said, "If that's what you want." She looked at me with masked amazement, and quickly left. I angled myself in the bed so I could see out the small window in the door. The nurse was talking to the three boys. One of them, I think it was Bruce, buried his face in his hands. The other two didn't move. They looked frozen. I couldn't understand their reactions. All three of them stood up and left, arms around each other's shoulders, something I never saw any of them do in school to each other. I didn't get it. They couldn't possibly care, could they? Tony made my life hell, and the other two certainly didn't do anything to stop him. It didn't make sense in my nine year old brain. The nurse came back again, and I remembered my question that she never answered.
"Where are my parents?" I asked her quietly and she bit her lip.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "The doctors tried everything they could, but they were too late." She looked up, tears in her eyes. "Your parents are dead."
I blinked. This couldn't be happening. But it was. "How?" I managed to croak out, trying so hard not to let the tears spill, and failing miserably.
"Whoever it was that shot you shot them as well." She rubbed my arm. "If it's any comfort to you, they didn't suffer."
"It is, thank you," I tried to smile at the nurse, who probably would rather be anywhere else in the world right now than in a hospital telling a nine year old girl both her parents had died, but I didn't have in me. Instead, I busied myself with asking her how long it would take for my bullet wound to be healed, and how long I had to be on oxygen for. In short, how long it would take for me to be out of there.
It wasn't that easy.
I had to meet with the head of an adoption house on when I was going to be transferred from the hospital I was in, to the hospital there. I wasn't having that, so one night, with the help of the nurse who had delivered me the news of my parents (whose name was Mary), I escaped the hospital.
I got to my parents house, and it was sealed up with police tape, but it was obvious no one had been here in a while. I got my rucksack and my passport, the big wad of money my parents had always kept in one of my old socks for emergencies, and some clothes, before heading to the airport. I had a faint idea of where a friend of my dad's lived, somewhere in Vancouver, which couldn't have been further away from Miami, where my life had been shattered to pieces.
So I boarded the plane and took one last look of Miami before the plane took off, ready to leave this life behind me, and start a new life.
A life without fear.
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