The Beginning

A Chapter by Mae Vande Guchte

Flashing back on my past I should have done more things, I should have listened to more people, and I probably should have never walked across that road. But I was the kid in the corner, the one with a friend or two,the one who got bullied by her parent. But always still have the urge to smile every single day of her life, until now.

I say until now because let's face it I'm dying. I mean we are all dying but I'm on the edge if dying. Like in Lady Gaga's song I'm on the edge. That's me right now. If you pictured a cliff and at the bottom is death, I'm hanging off that cliff but my fingertips. I'm not telling you this so you can feel sorry for me, but so someone knows what actually happened. So that you know the truth behind all these lies. I'm going to die all alone.

I always hated being by myself until now. Until now. I hate those words. The words until now implies that I'm going to leave or that I have exsisted up until this point. Which is true. But I rather not leave. Even though my life sucks I rather stay here get beat up by my mother, hurt by my classmates, and walk around broken down, than leave this place. But all things must come to a end.

As I look up all I see are blinding lights over my head. After the accident I was just in I was brought here to this strange place that smells like old people and cleaning supplies. I'm guessing a hospital. They are rushing me to this room. When I say they I mean these 5 friendly looking people that are surrounding my bed. One if the five people is hold some metal contraption with some sort of liquid in it. The other four are stearing, well three are the other one that's supposed to be stearing the bed is actually holding my hand and repeatedly telling me everything's going to be okay. If only she knew that it was a bunch if lies. If I didn't have this breathing mask over my face and wasn't half dead I would probably tell her that she's wrong.

They finally bring me into this room with even more people in it. Except this people don't look as friendly as the other people did. These wear masks over their mouths and they all seem to be wearing glasses. They are all speaking some medical foreign language and yelling stat a lot.

"I need 3 strings of fq fluid stat!" One yells, he looks like he is the one that does most of the work.

One if the people tasks off her mask and tells me "I hope you wake up baby girl, because this is only the beginning." And with that she tasks my mask off that I had on earlier and puts another mask on me. The last thing I remember before closing my eyes was seeing the nice lady's smile.

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My eyes open and I look around. There's no mask on my face anymore and no room with unfriendly people either. I come to a conclusion that I am looking up at a sky. It's the most beautiful blue you could ever imagine. There are only a few clouds in the sky and they are shaped like pieces of popcorn. The sky doesn't look real, it looks like a panting, a masterpiece actually. I looked to the left a bazillion flowers, and to the right even more flowers. I decided to get up and go explore, I mean after all what what else are you supposed to do in a strange place? As I got up there seemed to be a small house in the near distance. So I decided it was a pretty good place to start exploring. So I headed that way.

As I got closer to the house I could hear a little girl crying and a father and mother yelling at each other. It was like how it used to be at home. I could now see the features of the house. It was a white house with a red roof, door and shutters. It was how I wanted my house to be when I was a little girl. I used to draw that house and explain to my mom that this was the house I was going to have when I was older. But she would always tell me 'don't dream to big because in the end your heart will just end up broken'. In a way she's right. That would be the reason I put myself down all the time or call myself stupid or say I'm not pretty.

When I reached the house I could still hear the people screaming at each other and the little girl crying. I reached the house and let myself inside. The inside of the house was just as pretty as the outside was. To the left was a living room and to the right the kitchen and dinning room. In front of me was a stair case that led to some bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. The little girl was in a corner in the living room and the parents were yelling at each other about how things don't work out and how people change in the kitchen.

I walked over to the little girl, she had long blonde curly hair, bright blue eyes like the sky outside, and blood rolling down her face. It was coming from below her eye. She had her hands over her ears and was trying to calm herself down. I knew what she had got the cut from. It was from a whipping mark. My mom used to do that to me after her and Dad were done fighting. She looked up at me and I saw the look. The look I have had on my face for many many years, the look I had on my face every single day, the look that cries for help. I held my hand out for the little girl to take and she looked at it and took it after a while. I led her to bathroom so I could help her clean up the cut.

When I finished putting a Hello Kitty bandaid on her face. I took her hands, held them tight, looked her in the eye and said, "Everything's going to be okay." She nodded her head like she understood.

Then all of a sudden everything changed, I couldn't breath. I wrapped my hands around my throat and tried to grasp my breath. But I couldn't do it. I sank to my knees. I looked up at the little girl, she was waving goodbye, and my eyes shut closed.

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