I'm not crazy
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Category:
Drama › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,349
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I'm not crazy
I.-Hospital Hell
I'm here, lying on the hospital bed, bruised on my left cheek bone, getting another contraction, and not knowing what to do with the rest of my life, was terrifying.
A person dressed all in white comes into my room, and asks me for my basic info, she said it with a face expression that say's your not the only one tonight, "what's your name, age, and where do you live?"
I hesitated "My name is Nicole Madison, I'm nineteen years old, and I live at 284 Rose Bush Ave., California."
The person dressed all in white made me feel like I was being interrogated at some dirty police station in New York City. She didn't say anything after hearing my boring answers about me, and left the room. There was people in white, running back and forth to the next room, you can hear people above me crying to their lost one, and I was able to smell the blood that was being drawn out of me, for testing. At that point, I knew I was seeing the beggining of hell. As I just lie there, I knew I wanted to get up, open the window, and be the first woman that can fly with her angel. When I snapped back to reality, Dr. Burns came into the room with his fancy white gown. He puts on his latex gloves, and starts examining my belly.
Dr. Burns with a curious face said, "how did you get that bruise on your cheek?"
"I was fixing my bookshelf, and a book fell on my face." I thought that was the lamest excuse I could think of at the moment.
"So then how did you get that scratch mark on your neck?" Again with his curious face.
"I was cutting my cat's nails, and she scratched me. That's all." At that point I was sure that he knew what was going on, and what I was doing. Covering up for my Boyfriend, Tommy Jay. The captain of the football team. The boy that every girl in school goes gaga over on. You can tell he was the main spotlight in school. Pretty funny huh? Your probably like that's something not new in most stories. Well anyway i'm pretty sure you just want me to get to the point of why I'm in this bloody position. So I'll tell ya, but that might just want me to go ahead and really follow my first plan. So if that does happen, don't worry, I won't blame it on you, but Thomas Jay. And remember this, when I tell you this story, I'm not crazy.
I'm here, lying on the hospital bed, bruised on my left cheek bone, getting another contraction, and not knowing what to do with the rest of my life, was terrifying.
A person dressed all in white comes into my room, and asks me for my basic info, she said it with a face expression that say's your not the only one tonight, "what's your name, age, and where do you live?"
I hesitated "My name is Nicole Madison, I'm nineteen years old, and I live at 284 Rose Bush Ave., California."
The person dressed all in white made me feel like I was being interrogated at some dirty police station in New York City. She didn't say anything after hearing my boring answers about me, and left the room. There was people in white, running back and forth to the next room, you can hear people above me crying to their lost one, and I was able to smell the blood that was being drawn out of me, for testing. At that point, I knew I was seeing the beggining of hell. As I just lie there, I knew I wanted to get up, open the window, and be the first woman that can fly with her angel. When I snapped back to reality, Dr. Burns came into the room with his fancy white gown. He puts on his latex gloves, and starts examining my belly.
Dr. Burns with a curious face said, "how did you get that bruise on your cheek?"
"I was fixing my bookshelf, and a book fell on my face." I thought that was the lamest excuse I could think of at the moment.
"So then how did you get that scratch mark on your neck?" Again with his curious face.
"I was cutting my cat's nails, and she scratched me. That's all." At that point I was sure that he knew what was going on, and what I was doing. Covering up for my Boyfriend, Tommy Jay. The captain of the football team. The boy that every girl in school goes gaga over on. You can tell he was the main spotlight in school. Pretty funny huh? Your probably like that's something not new in most stories. Well anyway i'm pretty sure you just want me to get to the point of why I'm in this bloody position. So I'll tell ya, but that might just want me to go ahead and really follow my first plan. So if that does happen, don't worry, I won't blame it on you, but Thomas Jay. And remember this, when I tell you this story, I'm not crazy.