Why Me? - Bri Miles (story reading .TXT) 📗

Oh god, no, this can’t be happening. It’s so dark! I can’t see anything! A wave of pain washes over me. My stomach shoots up my throat like I’m on some deadly roller coaster. It keeps going down, down, down. I reach my hand up towards my face and feel it wet with the sticky, warmth of blood. I reach for my dad. His pulse is barely there. I start to weep uncontrollably. That’s when something hits me in the head and knocks me out.
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Through my closed eyelids I see light. I can hear moaning and crying and yelling. I smell the nearly toxic cleaning supplies they use in hospitals. Moan softly from the aching pain in my bones and the splitting head ache. “Doctor! This one’s alive!” Somebody yells. When I try to sit up warm hands coaxed me back down. “Don’t try to sit up. You’ll need your strength later.” says the owner of the hands. I lie back down and let myself sleep.

Publication Date: 12-14-2012

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