Beeping. That's all I heard at first. It was too high-pitched and loud. It was hurting my head. Why was anything beeping? It didn't sound like my alarm clock. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a white hospital room. There were monitors around me and I was in a gown, laying in a small bed. I looked around slowly and found the room empty besides me and a few machines. I noticed a clip on my finger that was probably reading my oxygen levels and a few stickers on my chest, monitoring my heartbeat.
I also saw an iv in my arm. I began to freak out, I was very afraid of needles and iv's. There was a piece of plastic sticking in my arm to a vein with a piece of tape covering it and I couldn't stand it. It needed to get out. Right now. The beeping sped up and I began to breath quicker, having a panic attack. A nurse ran into the room and I looked at her with wide eyes, fear clear on my face.
"Sweetie, it's okay. You're okay," she said trying to calm me down. Tears began to stream down my face and I began to hyperventilate, I needed the iv out. She grabbed a mask and put it over my face, and I felt more oxygen enter my lungs.
"What's wrong?" she asked concerned as she held the mask over my face and stroked my hair, attempting to calm me. I couldn't stop crying and breathing erratically so I took my other hand and touched the iv, trembling.
"Oh honey, that needs to stay in, that's how we're helping you," she said narrowing her eyes in concern. I shook my head rapidly, immediately stopping as the pain in my head increased.
"I'm so sorry, I really can't do anything about it," she said sounding genuinely sorry. I continued to panic, there wasn't anything that could calm me down except getting that thing out of my arm.
"Okay dear, I'm going to give you a sedative so you can sleep until it can be taken out okay? Just try to take some deep breaths as I run and get it," she said finally, looking me directly in the eyes. I nodded slightly through my panic stricken haze and she disappeared from my vision. I continued to sit there crying, feeling very scared and pathetic. She was back quickly and inserted something in my iv before coming to my side again and holding my hand as I fell asleep.
When I woke up again, the heart rate monitor still beeping but when I looked down, there was no iv. The same nurse from before was standing beside me with a kind smile on her face.
"Hi Kimberly, we took out the iv now I'm really sorry about that," she said again, looking like she actually cared and was sorry.
"s'ok," I mumbled, still feeling very sleepy. She smiled.
"You're okay to go home now it seems you have a concussion and whatever caused that gave you a few bruises elsewhere but nothing serious. We prescribed some pain killers for you so you should be good to go as long as you take it easy for a bit," she said pressing the button that made my bed sit up.
"Thank you," I said softly, looking down.
"Of course. Here are your clothes so you can go change and then your dad is waiting outside to take you home," she said smiling like it was a good thing. Which it wasn't at all. I slowly got up, encouraged when I wasn't too dizzy. I changed as fast as I could and walked out with the nurse. I looked cautiously ahead at the waiting room and there he was, sitting there with a serious look on his face which I knew meant trouble.
"Okay, she's all good to go, just make sure she takes it easy for a while," the nurse said smiling as I stood by him. He nodded and took my arm in his hand, practically dragging me out of the hospital. It was very dark outside, I must have been in there for a few hours.
"You are in so much trouble," he growled, causing me to shiver in fear as we walked to the car. Inside, he ignored me the whole way home and was quickly out and into the house when we got there. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was about to come and hesitantly walked to the door and stepped inside.
I took a few steps into the dim house and was stuck harshly in the shoulder, causing me to topple to the floor where I automatically curled into a ball as he began to kick me harshly. His large boots delivered blow after blow to my body, and I couldn't help but whimper in pain. He paused for a second only to throw an empty beer bottle on me that shattered and cut my shirt and skin, before walking away.
I slowly got up, tears slipping out of eyes once again as I began to clean the small cuts on my stomach. This had been a horrible day, and I was sick of having days like this. Hopefully my new school would be better.