The light pierced my eyes as I stared at the fire. The waves of heat were blazing upon me as I watched my house burn down to the floor. I felt trapped and isolated. I could not move with every muscle in my body paralyzed by the heat. My mom was screaming in pain and i was completley blank. Nothing made sense and nothing mattered. I heard an internal orchestra of violins in my head playing the music of my death. I was scared but too hurt to care anymore. My brother and father had already escaped, leaving my mother and I behind. There was nothing i could do.
I woke up two days later in the beige boring hospital room. My room smelled of starilizing products and ashes. I peered down at my body and relized I was now wearing a thin, white hospital gown. The sun peeked in through my curtains. The light scared me. It was too sharp for my eyes. I was tired but my body ached. I had a sudden heat flash and i squirmed. I did not understand why I was charred all over. I did not remember the fire. I just remembered my mothers piercing scream swirling in my head. I was overwhelmed. I felt as if i was out of breath and tired. So i shut my eyes and fell under a blanket of unconsionsness.
My eyes flittered open as a female’s voice filled the air with a happy greeting.
" Hello! I see you are up Sleeping Beauty!"
I could not control my mouth to open. I felt like i no longer was attached to my brain. Right then, what i was assuming, a doctor walked in with his shoes clapping against the floor.
" Try not to talk to her Darla, she is probably traumitized. Poor thing… We were not able to save her mother" the doctor said the second part in a hushed tone like he knew i was listening. Smart doctor.
"Where is my mother." I said these words weakly. I was hanging to life by a thread and i wanted my mother to love and comfort.
" Hello darling. I am Dr. White. I will be taking care of you while you visit in the hospital. Does anything hurt?"
" Stop avoiding my question, where is my mother." I said the words a little harshly this time. I did not care about myself. I just wanted to be sure my mother was okay and where my father and brother were.
" We will take care of that later. Does anything hurt? What is your name?"
The doctor was so selfish! Who cared what my name was? I was just 12! No one cared about me, including a doctor. However, i answered his question so he would answer mine.
" My legs and head hurt like someone is stabbing me with a blazing hot, fully heated, curling iron. My name is Quin MaGardi. I answered your stupid question! Now where is my mom?!"
" Okay nice to meet you Quin", he shook my blackened hand, " me and nurse Darla will be helping you get on the road of success. I am very sorry to say this but, we were not able to help your mother. I guess God really wanted her. It is okay. We will be taking care of you. Later, we will be doing an operation to amputate your legs and then we will put you in physical therapy. I know that is a lot to soak in but, that is the hard life. I am sorry.’
He excpected me to "soak" in that my mother was dead and i was going to have my legs taken away from me without a single say from me. I recognized something was going on but, I could not name it to save my life.
The doctor left after cleaning my leg with something that stinged. He seemed to like bringing me pain. Every time I flinched or made a whiff of air from pain, he would get a smirk on his face that was begging for me to smack it off. My operation was schedualed for tomorrow afternoon. I was so worried. I had a tight knot in my stomach that made my head ache again. My palms were sweaty and my hair was soaked. I went to sleep once again, hoping to never wake up…
Darla woke me in an annoying, cheerful voice. I was mad at her for being so happy when i was so nervous, in pain, and depressed. The world will obviously never be fair. When i relized that the sun wasn’t shining outside, i was so confused that my head hurt. Again. When my eyes opened, i saw Darla was wearing an all black outfit with a pitch black knit hat covering her long orange hair. My room was dark and i snuck a look at the clock. It was 3:00 in the morning. Then out of no where, an evil laugh filled the room to the rim. It was Dr. White.
" Your trapped once again, Quin. You are going to kill the rest of your family. Your parents are downstairs in the morgue. They will be burried alive soon. If you make one peep, you’re going down with them. I kept my mouth seeled tighter than if my lips were glued together. I had no clue what they were going to do with me and how they were going to kidnap me.
" You are most definetley NOT taking me anywhere and if you do, i will scream and call the police!" I spat those words out at him. I was honestly mind boggled. None of this made any sense. I felt like i was trapped under a blanket of black that was making me confused. After i said the fierce reply, he ripped my neck’s words right out of my mouth. H
sorry it cut off the rest. haha i guess i will leave you hangin. i am only 12 so please dont be mean. give me ideas on what to add and critisism