stuey
03-21-2014, 07:19 AM
Pain.
Pain. Tia awoke from her sleep. Darkness. Why was it dark? Tia went to sit up, she couldn’t. What is happening? Tia tried lifting her arm, nothing, her leg, nothing. She tried shaking her body desperately trying to squeeze any amount of movement out of her body. Nothing. What is going on? What’s happened? Then she remembered the night before.
Tia heard voices, not that it made any difference to her she couldn’t move. The voices came closer to her until they were no more than 2 feet away. “Terrible what happened, isn’t it?” It was a soft voice clearly a woman. This made Tia feel better; as long as this person was around she knew she would be safe. “I know just awful. Do you think Steve did the right thing inducing the coma?” The what!
“Yeah, absolutely she would have died otherwise.” Damn right I was going to die.
“Yeah I suppose, not many can survive being stabbed six times.” Six! That many.
“Terrible.” There was a rustling of paper and the voices walked away step, step, step till Tia could hear no more. Pain. The pain shot through her body like she was being stabbed again. Darkness.
Tia awoke again, at least her mind did. Darkness. More voices this time the voice of the woman from the previous night was there and two new voices. “So six wounds and a blow to the head?”
“That’s exactly right officer.” Policeman.
Tia tried to call to the policeman; she needed his help or rather she could help him. But nothing came out. All that could be heard were the farewells between the lady nurse and the two policemen. After the steps of the policeman had faded the lady nurse could be heard rummaging around next to Tia’s bed. Tia asked what she was doing but of course no sound. The lady nurse spoke to Tia in her gentle voice “It’s going to be alright sweetie, there is a massive investigation going on they will find whoever did this.” I already know I could tell you everything! The steps of the woman nurse echoed as she walked down the hall way. Pain. Worse than before. Darkness.
Tia was awoken later. Her bed was shaking. What’s happening? The lady nurse’s voice again “I cannot believe we have to move her, do they not know the severity of her condition?” Its bad then.
“I know I know, but what can y’do? Orders are orders.” The man from before was back.
“But Matt it’s…” Matt?
“No! Stop complaining just do it.” Rude.
The bed jarred. “Careful!” Snapped Matt. Pain! Excruciating pain! Darkness.
June was eating her lunch when her phone buzzed. It was Matt; she answered it “Emergency. Wing 12. Now!” Matt shouted down the phone. Without making a sound June hung up her phone and ran out of the canteen doors towards Wing 12.
This girl was a state. There was blood everywhere, her clothes were soaked. June picked up her file on the foot of her bed. The name had already been filled out. Tia Lammas, pretty name June thought. There was also a police report, several knife wounds, possible blow to the head, Age: 19 -24. Her condition was very unstable; luckily she had been induced into a coma. This had probably saved her life.
First job was to change her. June took out some scissors from a pouch on her belt and cut up through her t shirt and bra and pulled them off. She then undid the zip of her jeans and pulled of her trousers and underwear. She covered her with a blanket after washing most of the blood away with a sponge. There wasn’t a lot more June could do for Tia so she went back to her lunch.
45 minutes later June was back by Tia’s side with Matt. June loved Matt. She had been trying to get him to ask her on a date for months. That wasn’t important at the moment. Matt and June had been tasked with the job of inspecting the damage caused to Tia. June hated this job so Matt inspected Tia and June filled in the report. “4 identical wounds within ten centimetres of each other on the left side of her stomach, 27 mm long and 2 in widths.” Matt called out. June scribbled down the notes in the report. “One wound in the right of her chest the same as the others and err yeah two fractured ribs.” June scribbled down the notes. “One long but shallow cut running down her left cheek hold on, 4.8 centimetres long. There was defiantly a blow to the right temple as well possibly a fractured skull.” June scribbled down the notes. “That’s everything I think. You okay?”
“I’m fine” June lied as she scratched the back of her left hand. There was a few seconds of awkward silence. “Terrible what happened, isn’t it?” June said hoping to break the silence.
“I know just awful. Do you think Steve did the right thing inducing the coma?”
“Yeah, definitely she would have died otherwise.”
“Terrible.”
“Yeah I suppose, not many can survive being stabbed six times.” June picked up her papers and walked off “See you later then,” she said
Mathew followed her away.
Tia awoke again. Darkness. Tia could feel a breeze and she felt cold. She had no way to warm herself. She would have to wait for Matt or the lady nurse. Tia ached. She ached on her belly, chest and her head of course she knew why. Tia was suddenly hit with wave of emotion anger, hate, and fear along with hundreds of others all at once. The man who had done this to her had been Tia’s best friend for as long as she could remember. She had her first kiss with this man; she had lost her virginity to this man. He was the only man who she had ever truly loved. Tia didn’t know why he had done what he did; she only knew that he had done it.
Footsteps were coming towards Tia. Three people Tia could make out. Again they walked right next to Tia’s bed. She felt a soft touch on her forearm. She wanted to reach out a grab this person and hold them to her chest and tell them everything that had happened. Of course she could not. “We think we know who done it. We have a team on the way to intercept him; we just have a few questions that need answering.”
“Of course but can I ask who did it?” The lady nurse asked.
“Yes of course. Jason Lyon. Now my first question.” Tia heard nothing after that. Her head filled with rage and helplessness. She felt herself slipping into the darkness. She wanted to scream it at the top her voice. Jason Lyon was not the person who attacked her. Darkness.
June hated this part of the hotel, it was the first part of the hotel ever made. It had awful slippery brown tiles and everywhere was tight and compact. There was barely room to breathe. On top of all this there was an awful breeze that kept the wing chilly at all times. Luckily Tia had been assigned the best bed in the wing right at the end of the corridor like wing. If you walked through the front doors the first thing you would see would be Tia’s bed. June imagined it must be awful scary at night, especially as every sound made echoed throughout the corridor. She could hear the echo of the footsteps of the policemen and her own footsteps repeatedly jumping from wall to another. The policemen wanted to ask her some questions about the condition of Tia, which was still bad. The three of them sat down next to Tia’s bed. The policeman spoke first. “We think we know who done it. We have a team on the way to intercept him, we just have a few questions that need answering.”
“Of course but can I ask who did it?” June wanted to put a name on a person who could do such a terrible thing to someone.
“Yes of course. Jason Lyon. Now my first question.”
As soon as this was said something very odd happened to Tia. Since her arrival to the hospital three days ago she had not moved a millimetre. But then out of the blue all of her muscles suddenly contracted and her face seemed to grimace, her heart monitor suddenly began beeping like crazy. June thought Tia was going to die but as quickly as it started it had stopped. It lasted all of two seconds then everything went back to normal. June pulled out her phone and phoned Matt.
“Maybe we should go?” asked the policeman.
“Yes that would be wise,” snapped June. She started to look for a problem with Tia. The two policemen silently slipped away. June and Matt looked for 30 minutes but could find nothing wrong with Tia.
Tia awoke. Light. Tia gasped, she had opened her eyes. She tried to move the rest of her body, nothing. It was still almost pitch black in the hospital. The room faintly lit up by moonlight coming from a window near the high roof. She lay in silence for an hour; everyone must be in bed she thought. It seemed as she was the only person alive in the world. Just as this thought flushed through her mind she heard a push door swing open maybe 40 feet away from the foot of her bed. This scared Tia. Who was that at this time of night?
Step, step, step.
Fear started to flood through Tia’s body. She tried shouting out to the intruder but nothing came out.
Step, step, step.
He was walking so slowly like he was looking in each of the beds lined up on either side. Clink! The sound of metal on metal. What was that?
Step, step, step. Clink.
What was going on? Tia was crying now she tried yelling again.
Nothing. Step, step, step.
The person coughed. He was barely10 feet away from the end of the bed now.
Step, step, step. Clink.
This time the sound of metal came from the foot of the bed. She felt a sharp point dig into her shin and started moving up her body. She was still crying. Then a face leant over hers. At this point Tia knew she was dead.
It was his face, the only person she ever loved. The blade of the knife glistened in the moon light.
Pain.
Stuart Martin
Words: 1776
Pain. Tia awoke from her sleep. Darkness. Why was it dark? Tia went to sit up, she couldn’t. What is happening? Tia tried lifting her arm, nothing, her leg, nothing. She tried shaking her body desperately trying to squeeze any amount of movement out of her body. Nothing. What is going on? What’s happened? Then she remembered the night before.
Tia heard voices, not that it made any difference to her she couldn’t move. The voices came closer to her until they were no more than 2 feet away. “Terrible what happened, isn’t it?” It was a soft voice clearly a woman. This made Tia feel better; as long as this person was around she knew she would be safe. “I know just awful. Do you think Steve did the right thing inducing the coma?” The what!
“Yeah, absolutely she would have died otherwise.” Damn right I was going to die.
“Yeah I suppose, not many can survive being stabbed six times.” Six! That many.
“Terrible.” There was a rustling of paper and the voices walked away step, step, step till Tia could hear no more. Pain. The pain shot through her body like she was being stabbed again. Darkness.
Tia awoke again, at least her mind did. Darkness. More voices this time the voice of the woman from the previous night was there and two new voices. “So six wounds and a blow to the head?”
“That’s exactly right officer.” Policeman.
Tia tried to call to the policeman; she needed his help or rather she could help him. But nothing came out. All that could be heard were the farewells between the lady nurse and the two policemen. After the steps of the policeman had faded the lady nurse could be heard rummaging around next to Tia’s bed. Tia asked what she was doing but of course no sound. The lady nurse spoke to Tia in her gentle voice “It’s going to be alright sweetie, there is a massive investigation going on they will find whoever did this.” I already know I could tell you everything! The steps of the woman nurse echoed as she walked down the hall way. Pain. Worse than before. Darkness.
Tia was awoken later. Her bed was shaking. What’s happening? The lady nurse’s voice again “I cannot believe we have to move her, do they not know the severity of her condition?” Its bad then.
“I know I know, but what can y’do? Orders are orders.” The man from before was back.
“But Matt it’s…” Matt?
“No! Stop complaining just do it.” Rude.
The bed jarred. “Careful!” Snapped Matt. Pain! Excruciating pain! Darkness.
June was eating her lunch when her phone buzzed. It was Matt; she answered it “Emergency. Wing 12. Now!” Matt shouted down the phone. Without making a sound June hung up her phone and ran out of the canteen doors towards Wing 12.
This girl was a state. There was blood everywhere, her clothes were soaked. June picked up her file on the foot of her bed. The name had already been filled out. Tia Lammas, pretty name June thought. There was also a police report, several knife wounds, possible blow to the head, Age: 19 -24. Her condition was very unstable; luckily she had been induced into a coma. This had probably saved her life.
First job was to change her. June took out some scissors from a pouch on her belt and cut up through her t shirt and bra and pulled them off. She then undid the zip of her jeans and pulled of her trousers and underwear. She covered her with a blanket after washing most of the blood away with a sponge. There wasn’t a lot more June could do for Tia so she went back to her lunch.
45 minutes later June was back by Tia’s side with Matt. June loved Matt. She had been trying to get him to ask her on a date for months. That wasn’t important at the moment. Matt and June had been tasked with the job of inspecting the damage caused to Tia. June hated this job so Matt inspected Tia and June filled in the report. “4 identical wounds within ten centimetres of each other on the left side of her stomach, 27 mm long and 2 in widths.” Matt called out. June scribbled down the notes in the report. “One wound in the right of her chest the same as the others and err yeah two fractured ribs.” June scribbled down the notes. “One long but shallow cut running down her left cheek hold on, 4.8 centimetres long. There was defiantly a blow to the right temple as well possibly a fractured skull.” June scribbled down the notes. “That’s everything I think. You okay?”
“I’m fine” June lied as she scratched the back of her left hand. There was a few seconds of awkward silence. “Terrible what happened, isn’t it?” June said hoping to break the silence.
“I know just awful. Do you think Steve did the right thing inducing the coma?”
“Yeah, definitely she would have died otherwise.”
“Terrible.”
“Yeah I suppose, not many can survive being stabbed six times.” June picked up her papers and walked off “See you later then,” she said
Mathew followed her away.
Tia awoke again. Darkness. Tia could feel a breeze and she felt cold. She had no way to warm herself. She would have to wait for Matt or the lady nurse. Tia ached. She ached on her belly, chest and her head of course she knew why. Tia was suddenly hit with wave of emotion anger, hate, and fear along with hundreds of others all at once. The man who had done this to her had been Tia’s best friend for as long as she could remember. She had her first kiss with this man; she had lost her virginity to this man. He was the only man who she had ever truly loved. Tia didn’t know why he had done what he did; she only knew that he had done it.
Footsteps were coming towards Tia. Three people Tia could make out. Again they walked right next to Tia’s bed. She felt a soft touch on her forearm. She wanted to reach out a grab this person and hold them to her chest and tell them everything that had happened. Of course she could not. “We think we know who done it. We have a team on the way to intercept him; we just have a few questions that need answering.”
“Of course but can I ask who did it?” The lady nurse asked.
“Yes of course. Jason Lyon. Now my first question.” Tia heard nothing after that. Her head filled with rage and helplessness. She felt herself slipping into the darkness. She wanted to scream it at the top her voice. Jason Lyon was not the person who attacked her. Darkness.
June hated this part of the hotel, it was the first part of the hotel ever made. It had awful slippery brown tiles and everywhere was tight and compact. There was barely room to breathe. On top of all this there was an awful breeze that kept the wing chilly at all times. Luckily Tia had been assigned the best bed in the wing right at the end of the corridor like wing. If you walked through the front doors the first thing you would see would be Tia’s bed. June imagined it must be awful scary at night, especially as every sound made echoed throughout the corridor. She could hear the echo of the footsteps of the policemen and her own footsteps repeatedly jumping from wall to another. The policemen wanted to ask her some questions about the condition of Tia, which was still bad. The three of them sat down next to Tia’s bed. The policeman spoke first. “We think we know who done it. We have a team on the way to intercept him, we just have a few questions that need answering.”
“Of course but can I ask who did it?” June wanted to put a name on a person who could do such a terrible thing to someone.
“Yes of course. Jason Lyon. Now my first question.”
As soon as this was said something very odd happened to Tia. Since her arrival to the hospital three days ago she had not moved a millimetre. But then out of the blue all of her muscles suddenly contracted and her face seemed to grimace, her heart monitor suddenly began beeping like crazy. June thought Tia was going to die but as quickly as it started it had stopped. It lasted all of two seconds then everything went back to normal. June pulled out her phone and phoned Matt.
“Maybe we should go?” asked the policeman.
“Yes that would be wise,” snapped June. She started to look for a problem with Tia. The two policemen silently slipped away. June and Matt looked for 30 minutes but could find nothing wrong with Tia.
Tia awoke. Light. Tia gasped, she had opened her eyes. She tried to move the rest of her body, nothing. It was still almost pitch black in the hospital. The room faintly lit up by moonlight coming from a window near the high roof. She lay in silence for an hour; everyone must be in bed she thought. It seemed as she was the only person alive in the world. Just as this thought flushed through her mind she heard a push door swing open maybe 40 feet away from the foot of her bed. This scared Tia. Who was that at this time of night?
Step, step, step.
Fear started to flood through Tia’s body. She tried shouting out to the intruder but nothing came out.
Step, step, step.
He was walking so slowly like he was looking in each of the beds lined up on either side. Clink! The sound of metal on metal. What was that?
Step, step, step. Clink.
What was going on? Tia was crying now she tried yelling again.
Nothing. Step, step, step.
The person coughed. He was barely10 feet away from the end of the bed now.
Step, step, step. Clink.
This time the sound of metal came from the foot of the bed. She felt a sharp point dig into her shin and started moving up her body. She was still crying. Then a face leant over hers. At this point Tia knew she was dead.
It was his face, the only person she ever loved. The blade of the knife glistened in the moon light.
Pain.
Stuart Martin
Words: 1776