Chapter 2 : Confusion

I looked around the room. I recognized most of the people in the room.

 

Fang, Iggy, Angel, Nudge, Gazzy, and Jeb… there was also two guys in lab coats. Oh, okay, they're doctors… I think…

 

One of them was thin with short brown hair that was turning grey and wore thick black glasses and then other was a bald guy that was built and had a kinda pale face.

 

My flocks' eyes were glazed with tears.

 

Fang was staring out the window, his expression deadpan.

 

He showed no emotion.

 

I looked at Iggy, he was sitting in a hospital chair,

 

Staring at nothing, and he had tear streaks down his face but was trying his best not to show it.

 

I couldn't see Nudge's face… she had her head against the wall…

 

I walked up to Fang, "Hey,"

 

His expression didn't change…he didn't even act like he saw me…

 

"Hello? Fang, hey. Listen. To. Me."

 

No change.

 

"Ugh," I complained.

 

What was I a ghost or something?

 

That s**t wasn't real.

 

We weren't in a frickin movie.

 

This was real.

 

I walked over to Iggy.

 

He would notice me for sure.

 

"Iggy!" I shouted right in his face.

 

"Ig!"

 

I jumped up and down in front of everyone a few times, waving my arms around.

 

"Hellooooooo," I said tapping him on the side of the head.

 

"Earth to Iggy." still no sign that he saw me.

 

"Damn it, Iggy, pay attention a*****e!"

 

He still didn't move.

 

WTF?

 

I looked around the room. How can they not see me?

 

These people are having some serious issues if they can't see a f*****g chic standing right in front of them!

 

Holy s**t!

 

I think I see me lying in a hospital bed. This is some wicked s**t...

 

Am I on something?

 

Was I drugged?

 

Why in the f**k am I double me?

 

And how come nobody can hear me or see me?

 

I walked over to the chic in the hospital bed and looked at her face.

 

Yep, defiantly me…

 

 

How is it me?!

 

Am I dead?

 

Am I alive?

 

What the hell is going on?

 

I pressed my fingers to her- I mean my - neck…

 

Holy s**t no pulse…

 

I'm dead…

 

I am f*****g dead…

 

I'm not living...

 

I have no life….

 

Nothing…I am nothing…

 

I'm dead….

 

And alone…

 

And dead…

 

I'm dead.

 

I died.

 

How did I die?

 

Why don't I remember?

 

Was I sick?

 

….Did I cut too deep?

 

I looked down at my arm, I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt….

 

Nope…that's not what happened…

 

There was just the same scars that have been there…

 

I have to figure out what the hell happened…

 

I walked over to the door and opened it and walked out.

 

I needed answers and apparently I wasn't going to find them in there.