Moving On

by Chynna Jones
(USA)

I sat alone in my cold dark cell. I hadn't seen the nurses in a few weeks, nor had I seen much light. I felt around for my rubber bands, three in total. I had one for each of my family members that died trying to save me. They hid me under the bed and protected me. I still remembered everything. It was haunting.

As the sun rose I saw that my funny pages had blown out of the cell. I stretched my arm out and tried to grab them. My mom had always read them to me...now I just look at the pictures.

I grabbed them and pulled them back with me. A few moments later I heard footsteps. Thump, thump, thump. The nurses were back! They'd give me those awful shots! They'd force me medicine! They'd try and heal me when I didn't need it!

"Hello young lady," said a man. "My name is officer Charles, I'm here to get you somewhere safe."

My eyes darted around the room, first to my broken night light, then to my funny pages, the rubber bands, and the tall man standing in the nom open frame. He was tall, had heavenly blue eyes, and a shiny thingy on his shirt. I smiled he seemed nice.

"Stand up, I'll take you to the station for now okay?" He talked to me like I was a baby, I wasn't! I was 17! Or at least I thought I was, maybe I was 20, time flies when you hardly see the sun.

As I stood up, I wobbled. I hadn't stood in a while...I was more into sitting and moping. My head spun as he helped me walk out into the sun. I smiled it was warm and loving.

"It's pretty," I whisphered softly.

"Yes it is, and so are you." I smiled bigger.

I hopped in his car and he drove me to the station. I over heard people talking about an insane hospital...where traumatized people go. Was that where I was? He led me to a chair and brought me some stuff that smelled good. I stared at it.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's food. You are hungry, right?"

"I guess so." I poked the white mush and ate it. It was heavenly. I ate more and more until I was full. Then a few moments later I felt awful...like my body was going into shock.

My heart pounded, and everything was fuzzy. I couldn't really tell how long I felt like that, but soon I was gone.

I walked down a long dark hallway, passing all of my life. Ignoring the screams behind me as Charles called to me. My family wanted me. They called my name louder and louder until it hurt my ears. Then, finnally I embraced them, leaving behind that hateful world.