-Today is dreary. Raindrops streaming down her window make all the memory's stream back into her mind of that horrible day exactly three years ago. That day when her best friend died in her arms. That day when she had that blackout. That day when she was stuck in the hospital due to her own blood loss. She still hasn't left the hospital though. There is something wrong with her and that is why now at this moment she is sitting on her hospital bed and tracing raindrops on her window. She is the only one here with no IV and no one to help the rapid loss of that little string of hope she has to leave this retched place. No parents. No aunts. No uncles. No grandparents. No one close. Cause they're all gone. She turned her head when she heard her doctor's voice.
-"Yes. I'm coming." She replied knowing what he wanted. Time to give blood for the month so they can test it. If she test's negative today she may be able to be free of this leash of horror. Seeing people come and go here was sickening. And now that she's twenty one she is a bit numb to the idea of seeing the world outside of this house of horrors. So this is why she walks down this hallway to a room with a doctor with a needle that will be stuck in her arm. By now she barley feels the pain of the needle. In fact she likes it. Seeing her blood be drawn from her own arm. The pain was wonderful. It showed her that there was something other than numbness in this world. So she watches.
-As the blood drains from her arm and through the tube her vision blurs. This isn't unusual. As tears drip down her cheeks she stares at the small tube connected to the bag. She watched as the small bag filled then the needle was pulled from her arm as she was ushered out of the room in her hospital gown. It swished about her ankles and then blew back with a sudden gust of wind pushing her on her butt. She then pushed herself to stand and saw her. Then the tears began to stream again. Her hand went to her mouth and she started to shake. Then she screamed. Doctors ran to her and lifted her. Dragging her to her room and putting her on her bed as she screamed to go back. All of the sudden there was a sharp pain and she was asleep. Falling into the darkness of her dreams.
-You see this was her first sighting. A mere speck of what she might see in the future. But her first just had to be her lost friend. But she had seen her friend as she died. The stitches in her eyes and over her mouth. The blood dripping down her hollow cheeks and her white thin neck. All down her white dress. It was now an awful red. Sickening. But of course. You wouldn't think someone dead would still be sexy. On the other hand you would think god would at least clean her up a bit. But still she couldn't resist the urge to run to her and hug her so tight that her eyes popped out. But the memories. The sick witch that killed her.
-Watching her stitch the eyes closed of her best friend and secret crush. She had always hoped that one day her and her could be married and adopt a young child. Oh the dreams she had of growing old with her friend. But now knowing they would never come true hurt. And these feelings suddenly hit her like a bag of dead bodies. She awoke and pressed her hands ove rher heart. And then felt tears stain her cheeks. She curved her fingers as to rip her heart out and almost screamed. now she remembered why she was here. They thought she was crazy. All those blood tests. Lies.
- samisaurusxo Community Member 
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