Striker1301
Her eyes were filled with tears, she was nervous I could tell. Her lip quivered rhythm ethically and her body shivering as the doctor strutted into the room. The doc told me I must leave now and will see my baby girl after the operation. I was leaving my loving companion in the room with a stranger. Goodbye Spot, mommy will be back soon.
There they were. It seemed so unusual yet so bland. The eleven candles on the wooden table in the centre of the room were so mesmerizing. The light was blaring and making my eyes water. Was it just me or did the eleven candles seem a bit odd? Out of the corner of my eye I saw there was one less candle in the room.
I woke up from a cold sweat, it was pitch black outside. I rolled over to check what time it was and my alarm clock read 3:13 am. The streetlamps were glaring through my window and for some reason it made my whole left side start twitching. I was calling for help but no one could hear me, a peircing sound was drowning my voice out. I couldn't take it, was I going crazy? Is this all just a figment of my imagination? I had no idea what was happening, I was scared and felt alone. Now my head is pounding I feel like my brain is being stabbed with a rusty nail. I kept calling Im screaming at the top of my lungs, still no one could hear me. Am I going mad? I couldn't be, I'm the most sanest person I know. So why? All I could think during this was why me? My face is burning up. I laid a finger on it and it felt as if I just touched a hot iron. Wait. Stop. Am I dying this thought was killing me Im laying in my pool of tears just thinking about this but then everything just stopped. It was peaceful as if I was on another planet. It was dead silent and I felt normal, it felt good. It was probably just a bad dream, puberty can do that to you. But the pain felt so real, so vivid. That experience made me think but I was to tired to think so I passed out shortly after. I woke up I woke up 6 hours later and it was 9:27 am. I jolted up and stretched oh how good it felt to stretch. I grabbed my hair brush from the dresser and made my way to the powder room to get ready for the day ahead of me. I started to brush my locks, I looked in the mirror and saw a complete stranger staring back at me. All I heard was a loud thud.