Everyone bustled about in the hospital on the busy Saturday afternoon. Beeps on all the different machines were heard, the ever quiet drip drip of fluids, and the sound of feet and wheels as people did as they were here for.
A four year old girl named Fayne lay in a cot in a private room, terribly ill. She wasn't ill with what you expect, like cough and stuff.
No, far worse.
Fayne was this sweet little girl who always clung for attention, loved everyone, and was loved by all. She had this cute little voice that was like a little angels, and she had brown hair to her shoulders, with dark brown eyes wider and more curious than anything in the world.
So Fayne had been there for about three hours, passing tests and listening to unknown information as the doctors talked to her mother, who sat beside her.
Fayne wasn't an only child. She had a older sister, who was only a year older, living with her uncle for the present moment while she got the care she needed. Her father was a trucker, going across Quebec all the time, not there to see his children grow. He couldn't do a thing about it, he hated seeing that his children were growing without him to watch.
Her mother had hair to her shoulders, if I am correct. I cannot remember. It was a reddish brown, and she had beautiful green eyes, which had a hint of blue in them.
Suddenly, the beeping on one of her monitors slowed down gravely, nearing twenty or something near there.
Then it escalatedto two hundred, panic arose in the small room.
There was blackness, nothing to see but that light people talked so well about.
Just the flat out beep of the monitor, and then nothing.
Six A.M, Two weeks later.
The brown little eyes opened up a tiny bit, then some more, taking in the room into her view.
The old outdated television in the corner of the room was on, someone watching it.
Her mother sat in the same green chair, watching it while glancing around frantically.
Tubes and wires were all over Fayne's body, keeping track of her.
She tried to move her right hand, and it moved up one inch before going back down.
Yet, her entire left side would not respond.
Her mother looked at her face, smiling through tears.
"Teddy-bear?" Fayne asked.
She meant her little bear she carried around everywhere, which was grey and white.
"Right here." She patted the little bear under the crook of her left arm, and took it away from the paralysed left arm to let her hold it.
There were many balloons attached to the bedpost at her feet, with a small grey bear near them.
Another five little bears were in the corner of the room.
(To let you know, this was the witness' point of view to here. Now, it's mine)
Fourteen years later.
I sat on a rock near my house, staring at nothing and being very still. My breath was short, and I didn't blink.
It was changing.
Something drastic was coming.
I looked up at the moon, and let out a sigh as it was full, it's glow casting a spotlight on me.
Jumping three feet in the air, doing a flip and landing on my feet, I ran full sprint into the forest.
- Title: Life In Hell
- Artist: Fayne Darkness
Chapter 1. Half-fiction, using different characters, but this is sort of my story, in a way. The problem has to do with me, and all that. But, it's not totall real because I'm using Fantasies in here =3
It's a half truth, and I wonder how it would do...
I skip from 4 to 18 because my memories are dim, and I wish to make it exiting now =3
- Date: 05/05/2009
- Tags: life hell