Reflection.

one and only.

Opening my eyes I looked up.
Is this a dream?
Photographs appeared before my eyes.
They were floating.

I looked around slowly.
Everything was white, the room looked sort of..magical.
Like clouds.
Where am i?

I slowly look down to see nothing, the floor was just...white?
So many photos were being shown to me, are they real?
I tried to yell but nothing came out, there's no one here but me.
I took one of the pictures
It was a girl crying, I didn't take this.
I dropped the picture to see it melt into the floor, frustrated I grabbed the photographs one by one and tore them up.
My eyes widened as they reformed in front of me.

I quickly spun around to see a 'wall' with papers stuck to it, I scanned them quickly.
Hospital appointments, medicine slips and even the letters from friends.
They were all there, I couldn't even try to get rid of them.

I started running, nothing was getting closer, I looked down to see my self running but..I wasn't moving.
Something started to form in mid-air, I looked closer to see four bold words;

STOP RUNNING FROM YOURSELF.

Covering my ears, I screamed kneeling on the floor trying to block it out.
I'm not running, I never run away from anything.
I'm no coward!
I stayed in this position for a while, I was paralysed with fear.
When I lifted my head everything had changed, I was in a bedroom.
I heard muffled crying from behind me, scared I cautiously turned around.

The picture.
The picture from before.

The girls face was buried into the pillow.
I silently walked up to her wondering who she was.
She looks like she's in such pain.
I reached out to touch her shoulder but the room melted around me.
I was now in a school, the long red lockers and the large empty halls.
Why do I feel so cold?
I can feel the floor, as I walked past a door I caught a glimpse of my reflection.
I'm wearing a hospital gown, my skin is deadly white and my hair is unkempt.
I starting shaking, I looked at my arms to see them starting to fade.
WHATS HAPPENING TO ME?

The hairs on my neck stood up at what I was seeing, It was that girl.
The one who was crying, she was at her locker.
Her neck length hair was cupping her face.
Students walked past and pushed her, calling her names.
Can't they see she's harmless?

The girl quickly gathered her belongings and ran in the opposite direction.
I tried to shout out to her but she didn't hear me.
No one did.

I closed my eyes frustrated, upon opening them the surroundings once again changed, I was on a street
It was night time and the light from the houses were lighting up the street in such an enchanting way.
I heard an ambulance getting closer and saw people gathering on their lawns.
What's going on?!
It quickly drove past me and pulled up to a house.
The ambulance men quickly ran into the house, bringing with them a person on a gurney.
I hastily ran over, I knew what was happening.
God please let me be wrong.

As I ran up everything around me froze, from the cars on the street to the gasping of the people.
I looked down in fear of me being right.
My heart caught in my chest, all the scenes replayed in my head.
The girl on the bed. me
The girl at the locker. ME
The girl on the gurney?

Me.

CLEAR!

I was in the hospital, seeing only myself, laying on an operating bed unconscious.

CLEAR!

'My' chest lurched forward and the monitor started beeping again, what?

I gasped as the scene before me was getting further away, I could hear voices..and footsteps?
The scene disappeared and I was met with darkness.

I carefully opened my eyes, that hospital smell filled my nose and I could hear the rushed footsteps outside the room.
The bed I was in was warm and comfortable.
When I looked to the side of me there was a card, I picked it up and read it;

This is your chance to change, take it.
I blinked, who wrote this.
When I look back at the card that text wasn't there anymore, this time the card read;
- I love you, please get better, mum x
Looking up I saw some flowers that the card must of fell off of.

Those words stuck in my head, my chance?
You know what, this is my chance, this is my life, no one else's.

I'll take it with both hands and never let go.
I'm not running anymore.


End.
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Yeah I know, this story has weird connections to linkin park songs :3
I figured that out when I was listening to crawling and what I've done afterwards =/
YAY.

My teacher better like this!