Here I lie

6 feet from my grave

Running on adrenaline going through my veins

I do not know where

I do not know why

White colored walls trap me inside

I wished to live, not to exist

I am coded in pain

Colored by scars

Artwork a child could’ve made

Droplets fall from the clouds

Through the walls, last whispers

Prayers told from ear to ear

Love radiating all within here

Life will begin or it may ...

Tracey opened her eyes slowly, the distant hum of medical machines welcoming her into a strangely familiar environment. The sterile white light of the hospital assaulted her pupils, and a white curtain separated her from the other patients. She tried to move, but a dull pain radiated through her right arm. Her muscles felt heavy, as if she had run a marathon. Where was she, and more importantly, w...

{Hi!!! I’m sooo sorry i haven’t been on here in like forever, I just wasn’t feeling very creative. I’ll try to keep up with it more though!}

It’s dark. There’s nothing. And I. Can’t. Breathe. With a violent gasp, I suck oxygen into my deprived lungs. Then I’m coughing, big, hacking coughs that rack my body. I attempt to pry my eyelids open, but I immediately slam them shut again when I’m confron...

My eyes blinked open to the harsh fluorescent lights. Everything was white, and too bright for me. My head ached.

I went to move up when something held me back. I slowly glanced over to see an IV sticking out of my arm. Was I in the.... hospital? How did I get here?

I blinked a few times and attempted to stretch when a nurse came in. She smiled when she saw me.

"Great, you're awake!"

I tried...

“What’s going on?” I said.

“Oh, nothing” replied multiple people, including doctors, huddled around me.

“Tell me why I’m here, staring at the ceiling” I demanded.

“She has the most serious case of Cala syndrome.” I overheard a doctor talking to my family.

_Cala syndrome. Never heard of_**_ that _**_before. _I thought.

I felt rolling wheels. I was getting kind of sleepy. I closed my eyes.

I woke ...

The IVs in Brian’s arms looked like snakes to him. He was slowly coming back to life, quietly waking up and taking his time, after a three-day coma. He didn’t know any of this, of course. He just stared at the snakes that were coming in and out of his arm and wondered why he didn’t feel any pain, and what they were doing there.

He blinked his eyes and saw that the snakes were indeed IVs bringing...

The persistent beeping is what I notice first. Steady and unstopping and entirely too loud.

That’s how I notice I’m awake. By becoming annoyed at the beeping.

My eyes crack open, instantly blinded by the harsh fluorescent lighting. I can hear low voices around me, but no distinct words or phrases penetrate through my groggy gaze.

“He’s awake,” my brothers face swims into view before me. Connor...

As the **character character slowly regained consciousness, the sterile scent of the hospital enveloped them, mingling with the remnants of a distant, hazy memory. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights, they struggled to piece together the events of the previous night. Fragments of laughter, music, and a sense of exhilaration danced on the edges of their mind, but the details remained frus...

“what the hell is going on?”

a ray of blank stares, all around the room

fidgety and guilty and someone’s crying

but i’ve never seen them before

“what’s going on?”

the woman with scary eyes and a face i don’t know walks up to me

“do you remember my name?”

“get away from me”

i’m scared

“im your mommy. do you remember me?”

“why am i here? let me go! let me go let me go let me go!”

shaking and sobbing...

Bleach, that is the first thing I noticed. Needle sharp smell punctured my consciousness. Coarse cotton was next. It scratched my neck, my breasts. I raised my hand at the itchiest place at my throat. Nothing happened. The third thing I noticed was I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t move a thing, not my arms or legs. From the toes up, I made a body inventory. Nothing. Nothing. The nothing hammered in my...