Dear Diary,
I'm writing in you because there are a few things that need to be voiced. I'm sorry I can't do this myself, other wise I would. Anyways, I am still out cold, but I can hear everything. I can feel whats going on around me almost as if I'm not here, laying on this bed a small beeping noise in my right ear. I wish the beeping would stop.
Beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
Oh no what just happened. Hello anyone? Hello I'm still here. Can someone please fix this ruddy machine. Hello, anyone?
The long beeep sound in the background.
"Doctor theres something wrong, her heart has stopped." Sounds of fast movement.
"Nurse help me get her ready." More hurried movement followed by the sounds of metallic objects moving.
"Yes, sir Doctor." The sounds of movement as Inkii felt and heard the sound of her shirt being torn open.
What's going on am I dead, is that it? And this is my hell and eternity of listening to the idiots not knowing what their doing. Where am I, what am I doing here? Why can't I move? So many questions, so little time. Pauses in excistence.
I've decided I am dead, and this is where I'm going to stay dead.
Sounds of metal being rubbed together. "CLEAR." then came the sudden feeling of pain and Inkii bolted up right, the world still black around her.
 Keisha MaKainn · Thu Feb 15, 2007 @ 08:39pm · 2 Comments |
