A night to remember part. 1

Every one asks me about the night I ended up in the hospital. No one listens to me when I tell them I can’t remember; of course they think I am lying, and won’t leave me the hell alone. Although some people with a little bit of empathy just drop the subject when I tell them I don’t remember a damn thing. They act as if I don’t want to tell because it was so horrible, and I might cry or freak out. Well after 2 years most people just came to accept the fact that I really don’t know, and leave me the hell alone. 1

The only thing I do remember is opening my eyes to the shitty cream colored cement ceiling of the old outdated hospital. The smell of old hospital surrounded me, and bolted on the wall was one of the first zenith TV’s ever. I looked to the right of me and noticed I had needle in my arm. I freaked out, and went to lean up when I quickly noticed a horrible pain in my left hip. I yelled at the top of my lung so loud that a nurse was in the room within seconds, and my mother was right behind her with a horrified look on her face. “Well she’s woken up” the nurse said. She was probably the ugliest nurse I I think I have ever seen. With a crooked nose and a huge scar at the top of her forehead she looked as if she was neglected as a baby, or just had a really bad accident. “are you okay Emily ” my mother said in a terrified voice that told me right away that something bad has happened to me, and yet I have no memory of it. “He’s fine” the nurse said to my mother and then left us alone.2

My mother is the kind of person that is so protective that sometimes I think she has hidden a computer chip in my body that tells her my location at all time. It’s impossible for me to have fun, with a mother like mine. “What the hell happened to me” I said to my mother as she kissed me on the forehead and started to cry. “On Saturday night I went to your room to check on you and you weren't’t there. I looked on your computer and saw a message that said meet me at the fork in 10 minutes, and I went out to find you” when I got to the creek at the bottom of the hill I saw a small figure laying on the rocks next to bank. When I got closer I noticed it was you. It was the most horrible sight I think I have ever seen, you were laying on you back with your left leg twisted under you. I checked for a pulse and when I found it put you on my shoulders and brought you here.” I was totally puzzled “what the hell happened” I said to myself. “I don’t remember any of it” I said to my mother who had finally stopped crying. “The doctor said you probably would’t” my mother said and then kissed me on the forehead again. “Where is Luke?” I asked my mother. She took and deep breath and her eyes started to swell up again. “He’s dead” she said quietly and then started to cry. “What? How” I said with a look of fright on my face. You could tell my mother did’t want to say but I worked it out of her. “They found him, in a sugar shack just beyond the tree that look’s like a fork. They said half of his body was found in the wood stove and the other half was hanging on the back of the door. The police have no idea how it happened” She told me as I laid down on the bed with the look of fright still painted on my face, and told my mother I wanted to get some sleep.3