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Question: “Mommy, I can’t sleep,” moans a tired little girl as she walks into her mother’s bedroom. “Well come lay with me then,” the mother replies as she sits up and pats the empty space beside her. The little girl, holding her old teddy bear walks up to her mother’s bed and hops onto the thick quilt. Her mother grabs hold of her in a warm embrace. “I had the scary dream again.” The mother gives her daughter a friendly smile. “Don’t worry, monsters aren’t real.” “But it was so scary,” the girl shutters. “Aren’t we getting a little old for this?” The mother sighs. The girl closed her eyes as the dream that she had just experienced replayes over and over again in her head. “You need to get your sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a big day.” But the girl was already drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Her mother pulled her closer and soon both of them were fast asleep.
My eyes opened to the off white ceiling and slowly revolving wooden fan of a small room. I was laying on my back on top of a hard mattress with blue sheets gently strewn across my body. The bed I was laying on had metal safety bars on each side. I tilted my head to the left. I saw large silver machines with tubes and wires leading into my stomach, chest and nose. To my right was a table with flowers, my teddy bear and pictures of me, my mother, father and older cousins all standing up in frames. Across from my bed were a few chairs and a large window with white lace curtains drawn across the glass. A dim light was shinning from behind the lace and I figured it to be the sun rising or setting. At first I thought that I was home, in my mothers bed, but I quickly dismissed that delusional thought. This was not my mom’s bedroom. I was in a hospital room. I took a moment, taking this all in before I gathered up all my energy and slowly picked up my arm and lifted up the blue sheets. I tried to let out a scream, but a stifled whisper was all that I could manage.
I was looking down upon a long torso and a pair of lanky legs that were not mine. I was trapped in the body of a teenager. Where was my child body? I raised my hands up to my face and felt around to the back of my head. I felt a slight comfort as I touched my familiar curly auburn hair. I grabbed my hair and followed each strand down to where it stopped at my lower back. Where had my short hair gone? The next thing I noticed were the trickles of liquid running down my face. This has to be a dream, I silently thought. I closed my eyes and more tears dropped down my face. I squeezed my eyelids down harder and harder until I couldn’t squeeze anymore. I scrunched my face together as much as I could, but when I tilted my head up and opened my eyes all I saw was the same white ceiling and wooden fan. This was not a dream. This was real and it was happening.
Just then a nurse walked into the room, holding a bouquet of flowers in a glass vase. But there was something different about this woman. She had a certain weary look to her-something that I had never encountered before. Once she looked up and noticed my frantic stare the vase fell from her grip and shattered onto the linoleum floor. One look into her dark, cold eyes and all the happiness was drained out of me. All I could do was stare into them. “Chey-Chey-Cheyenne?” The nurse managed to stutter out. I froze. Her voice sounded tired and had a certain rusty tone to it. “Yes?” I managed to respond, though it only came out as a whisper. For the next few seconds all we did was look at each other. Her eyes appeared to be almost as frightened as mine must have looked. Then she walked out of the room.
A few minutes later she returned with a doctor who had the same dull appearance as the nurse. One of the doctors came right up to my bed and kneeled on the floor in front of me. “Cheyenne?” He asked. “How do you feel?” I could tell by his voice that he was very concerned. At first I was afraid to answer. “How-How did I get here?” I frantically asked. “Where’s my mom!” I screamed, this time even louder. The doctor stood up, took a step back and put up his hands in defense. “I am trying to help you, Cheyenne. Please listen to me.” “No! Where’s my mom!? Where am I!?” The words poured from my mouth as I frantically kicked and screamed with all my might. “Help! Help Me!” I yelled as I ripped out the tubes and wires from my nose, chest and stomach. The machines went wild with noise. I sensed the doctor trying to calm me down but I wasn’t listening. I was doing all I could in my one-woman revolt. I was too pre-occupied to notice the swarm of nurses and doctors that had just surrounded me and the liquid being injected by needle into my arm. Suddenly my eyelids drooped down and I lost all intentions of rebellion against this place. Instead, I let my thoughts wander off to a moment in my life that was all forgotten until recalled in a dream.
“Where are we going, mommy?” A young girl with shoulder length curly auburn hair asks her mother. “We’re going to go on a little vacation. Doesn’t that sound fun?” The mother replies as she slams her suitcase shut. The little girl nods and hugs her teddy bear. “Well lets go,” the mother whispers. She picks up the suitcase with one hand and grabs hold of the little girl’s with the other. Together they walk down the stairs of their apartment. When they reach the front door, a doorman with a kind smile greets them. “Let me take that for you,” he says in a deep friendly voice as he grabs the woman’s suitcase and leads them to the street. A chilly December wind nips at the girl’s nose as she hugs her bear even tighter. “Taxi!” He shouts as he waves his free hand in the air. A yellow cab rolls to a stop in front of the building. The doorman opens the backseat door and nods to the woman. The mother and her daughter climb into the backseat as the doorman hands her their luggage. “You take care now, Mrs. Dearn” he says in a friendly tone. “Don’t worry Al, I will.” “And you take care of that bear now, little missy,” he smiled towards the little girl. And in return, she grinned back. With a final wave, he slammed the cab door shut and watched as it drove off. Into the night. “Brooklyn, please,” the woman told the cab driver. The little girl turned around and watched as her home faded off into the distance. Little did she know that that would be the last time that she would ever see it again.
I opened my eyes to the same white ceiling and brown fan above me. But this time I wasn’t alone in this room. Over by the window, a woman sat in on of the chairs. When she looked up at me, I realized who it was. “Katie,” I whispered. “Yeah, it’s me,” she replied as she stood up and walked over to where I was laying. She had the same dreadful look as the doctor and the nurse, but it wasn’t just that. For a moment I had to look away. I had finally realized what was going on. I had been unconscious for a long time. I thought back to the last time I saw Katie. It was at Thanksgiving, in Brooklyn and all of my cousins had gathered together just for the holiday. I was eleven and she was thirteen. Looking at her now, I’ve come to see how much time had really passed. Katie was a woman now. She was no longer that beautiful, witty pre-teen that I remembered and I was no longer that chubby cheeked, care-free little girl that I once was. Now there was one thing that I needed to know. “How long has it been?” Katie took a seat on the edge of my bed and grabbed a hold of my hand. “Five years,” she whispered. I was sixteen-years old. No, I was trapped in the body of my sixteen-year old self. Then the tears started again, running down my cheeks and trickling off my chin. Katie let go of my hand and just held me. And for the first time since I had woken up, I felt safe.
Once I had stopped crying, she let me go. There was still so much that I wanted to find out. “Katie, what happened to me?” I said as I sniffled. “You went into a coma. They said it was because of head trauma.” “But…How did I go into a coma?” Katie looked up at me and for a second I saw something other than dread in her eyes. I saw sincerity. “You mean, you don’t remember the accident?”
The mother and her daughter were riding down the streets of Manhattan in the back of a taxi cab. Outside, a light snow had just begun to fall and the sun was quickly setting. “Are we going to Auntie Janet’s house?” the little girl looked up at her mom with curious eyes. The mother smiled in return. “Yes we are. You’re going to get to see your cousin Katie again.” The little girl smiled as she looked out the window. The cab driver had just turned onto a highway and soon enough he took the exit towards Brooklyn. For the little girl, the next few events seemed to happen in slow motion. Just then, the car in front of them took a sharp turn to the right and a set of blinding headlights appeared, it was another car coming straight towards them and they were going to be hit head on. There was no time to scream. There was no time to get out of the way. There was no time to do anything but sit there and wait to be hit.
“Cheyenne? Cheyenne?” Katie’s voice appeared in the background as I was knocked out of my disturbing reverie. “Yes, I remember,” I whispered. “And my mom?” My voice cracked at the last word. “The driver died at the scene but you and your mom were rushed to the hospital “You went into a coma, but your mom died the next day.” I bowed my head in silence. There were no more tears now I had heard the worst of it, or so I thought.
“When do I get out of here?” I said, my voice showing nothing but grievance. For a moment Katie looked scared, like she was lying to me about something and her cold dark eyes showed how frightened she really was. “oh…well, their going to have to take some tests…” “You’re keeping something from me” “No I’m not.” Katie tried to smile and let out a laugh. “Please don’t lie to me. I can handle anything.” Katie stood up and looked down upon me. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Please, just get your rest. I’ll answer any questions you have tomorrow, but I really have to go now.” “Katie! Wait!” But she was gone.
Answers: “Mommy, I can’t sleep,” moans a tired little girl as she walks into her mother’s bedroom. “Well come lay with me then,” the mother replies as she sits up and pats the empty space beside her. The little girl, holding her old teddy bear walks up to her mother’s bed and hops onto the thick quilt. Her mother grabs hold of her in a warm embrace. “I had the scary dream again.” The mother gives her daughter a friendly smile. “Don’t worry, monsters aren’t real.” “But it was so scary,” the girl shutters. “Aren’t we getting a little old for this?” The mother sighs. The girl closed her eyes as the dream that she had just experienced replayes over and over again in her head. “You need to get your sleep, tomorrow’s going to be a big day.” But the girl was already drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Her mother pulled her closer and soon both of them were fast asleep.
My eyes opened to the off white ceiling and slowly revolving wooden fan of a small room. I was laying on my back on top of a hard mattress with blue sheets gently strewn across my body. The bed I was laying on had metal safety bars on each side. I tilted my head to the left. I saw large silver machines with tubes and wires leading into my stomach, chest and nose. To my right was a table with flowers, my teddy bear and pictures of me, my mother, father and older cousins all standing up in frames. Across from my bed were a few chairs and a large window with white lace curtains drawn across the glass. A dim light was shinning from behind the lace and I figured it to be the sun rising or setting. At first I thought that I was home, in my mothers bed, but I quickly dismissed that delusional thought. This was not my mom’s bedroom. I was in a hospital room. I took a moment, taking this all in before I gathered up all my energy and slowly picked up my arm and lifted up the blue sheets. I tried to let out a scream, but a stifled whisper was all that I could manage.
I was looking down upon a long torso and a pair of lanky legs that were not mine. I was trapped in the body of a teenager. Where was my child body? I raised my hands up to my face and felt around to the back of my head. I felt a slight comfort as I touched my familiar curly auburn hair. I grabbed my hair and followed each strand down to where it stopped at my lower back. Where had my short hair gone? The next thing I noticed were the trickles of liquid running down my face. This has to be a dream, I silently thought. I closed my eyes and more tears dropped down my face. I squeezed my eyelids down harder and harder until I couldn’t squeeze anymore. I scrunched my face together as much as I could, but when I tilted my head up and opened my eyes all I saw was the same white ceiling and wooden fan. This was not a dream. This was real and it was happening.
Just then a nurse walked into the room, holding a bouquet of flowers in a glass vase. But there was something different about this woman. She had a certain weary look to her-something that I had never encountered before. Once she looked up and noticed my frantic stare the vase fell from her grip and shattered onto the linoleum floor. One look into her dark, cold eyes and all the happiness was drained out of me. All I could do was stare into them. “Chey-Chey-Cheyenne?” The nurse managed to stutter out. I froze. Her voice sounded tired and had a certain rusty tone to it. “Yes?” I managed to respond, though it only came out as a whisper. For the next few seconds all we did was look at each other. Her eyes appeared to be almost as frightened as mine must have looked. Then she walked out of the room.
A few minutes later she returned with a doctor who had the same dull appearance as the nurse. One of the doctors came right up to my bed and kneeled on the floor in front of me. “Cheyenne?” He asked. “How do you feel?” I could tell by his voice that he was very concerned. At first I was afraid to answer. “How-How did I get here?” I frantically asked. “Where’s my mom!” I screamed, this time even louder. The doctor stood up, took a step back and put up his hands in defense. “I am trying to help you, Cheyenne. Please listen to me.” “No! Where’s my mom!? Where am I!?” The words poured from my mouth as I frantically kicked and screamed with all my might. “Help! Help Me!” I yelled as I ripped out the tubes and wires from my nose, chest and stomach. The machines went wild with noise. I sensed the doctor trying to calm me down but I wasn’t listening. I was doing all I could in my one-woman revolt. I was too pre-occupied to notice the swarm of nurses and doctors that had just surrounded me and the liquid being injected by needle into my arm. Suddenly my eyelids drooped down and I lost all intentions of rebellion against this place. Instead, I let my thoughts wander off to a moment in my life that was all forgotten until recalled in a dream.
“Where are we going, mommy?” A young girl with shoulder length curly auburn hair asks her mother. “We’re going to go on a little vacation. Doesn’t that sound fun?” The mother replies as she slams her suitcase shut. The little girl nods and hugs her teddy bear. “Well lets go,” the mother whispers. She picks up the suitcase with one hand and grabs hold of the little girl’s with the other. Together they walk down the stairs of their apartment. When they reach the front door, a doorman with a kind smile greets them. “Let me take that for you,” he says in a deep friendly voice as he grabs the woman’s suitcase and leads them to the street. A chilly December wind nips at the girl’s nose as she hugs her bear even tighter. “Taxi!” He shouts as he waves his free hand in the air. A yellow cab rolls to a stop in front of the building. The doorman opens the backseat door and nods to the woman. The mother and her daughter climb into the backseat as the doorman hands her their luggage. “You take care now, Mrs. Dearn” he says in a friendly tone. “Don’t worry Al, I will.” “And you take care of that bear now, little missy,” he smiled towards the little girl. And in return, she grinned back. With a final wave, he slammed the cab door shut and watched as it drove off. Into the night. “Brooklyn, please,” the woman told the cab driver. The little girl turned around and watched as her home faded off into the distance. Little did she know that that would be the last time that she would ever see it again.
I opened my eyes to the same white ceiling and brown fan above me. But this time I wasn’t alone in this room. Over by the window, a woman sat in on of the chairs. When she looked up at me, I realized who it was. “Katie,” I whispered. “Yeah, it’s me,” she replied as she stood up and walked over to where I was laying. She had the same dreadful look as the doctor and the nurse, but it wasn’t just that. For a moment I had to look away. I had finally realized what was going on. I had been unconscious for a long time. I thought back to the last time I saw Katie. It was at Thanksgiving, in Brooklyn and all of my cousins had gathered together just for the holiday. I was eleven and she was thirteen. Looking at her now, I’ve come to see how much time had really passed. Katie was a woman now. She was no longer that beautiful, witty pre-teen that I remembered and I was no longer that chubby cheeked, care-free little girl that I once was. Now there was one thing that I needed to know. “How long has it been?” Katie took a seat on the edge of my bed and grabbed a hold of my hand. “Five years,” she whispered. I was sixteen-years old. No, I was trapped in the body of my sixteen-year old self. Then the tears started again, running down my cheeks and trickling off my chin. Katie let go of my hand and just held me. And for the first time since I had woken up, I felt safe.
Once I had stopped crying, she let me go. There was still so much that I wanted to find out. “Katie, what happened to me?” I said as I sniffled. “You went into a coma. They said it was because of head trauma.” “But…How did I go into a coma?” Katie looked up at me and for a second I saw something other than dread in her eyes. I saw sincerity. “You mean, you don’t remember the accident?”
The mother and her daughter were riding down the streets of Manhattan in the back of a taxi cab. Outside, a light snow had just begun to fall and the sun was quickly setting. “Are we going to Auntie Janet’s house?” the little girl looked up at her mom with curious eyes. The mother smiled in return. “Yes we are. You’re going to get to see your cousin Katie again.” The little girl smiled as she looked out the window. The cab driver had just turned onto a highway and soon enough he took the exit towards Brooklyn. For the little girl, the next few events seemed to happen in slow motion. Just then, the car in front of them took a sharp turn to the right and a set of blinding headlights appeared, it was another car coming straight towards them and they were going to be hit head on. There was no time to scream. There was no time to get out of the way. There was no time to do anything but sit there and wait to be hit.
“Cheyenne? Cheyenne?” Katie’s voice appeared in the background as I was knocked out of my disturbing reverie. “Yes, I remember,” I whispered. “And my mom?” My voice cracked at the last word. “The driver died at the scene but you and your mom were rushed to the hospital “You went into a coma, but your mom died the next day.” I bowed my head in silence. There were no more tears now I had heard the worst of it, or so I thought.
“When do I get out of here?” I said, my voice showing nothing but grievance. For a moment Katie looked scared, like she was lying to me about something and her cold dark eyes showed how frightened she really was. “oh…well, their going to have to take some tests…” “You’re keeping something from me” “No I’m not.” Katie tried to smile and let out a laugh. “Please don’t lie to me. I can handle anything.” Katie stood up and looked down upon me. “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Please, just get your rest. I’ll answer any questions you have tomorrow, but I really have to go now.” “Katie! Wait!” But she was gone.
wow. thats really good. i wouldnt go putting this stuff on here though, well atleast not the rest of the story, someone could go get it published and take all the credit before you do. thats really good though. tell me what the title is, and when it comes out i will buy it. it will probably end up being on of my favorite books.
Thats really good! I cant believe your so young! To write so creatively at your age shows a brilliant talent! well done. Report It
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