My Immortal

She felt someone stab a knife through her gut, not her heart, her heart was already gone. The air left her lungs and she was drug backwards, back into the crowd, back away from her life. She heard someone scream; too numb to realize it was her own voice echoing through the silent graveyard. It was too hard to stay conscious; she let the darkness overcome her, hoping it would bring peace for once.

She woke up in the one place she swore she'd never be again: the hospital. She couldn't compromise the fact something was hanging off her arm, leading to a medal pole with two bags: one with clear liquid and the other with a deep red. Before she had a chance to react, the unwanted darkness drowned her again. She didn't want to sleep; if she slept, she dreamt, if she dreamt she was haunted. Everything in her life was a chain of events she worked around trying to avoid them from tumbling over. These people, the nurses and doctors she hasn't even met, were tearing her life apart. They didn't know how painful sleep was, being haunted by voices in the past. She couldn't fight the murky water floating over her head. When she finally broke through, the same scream echoed in the sterile white hospital room. The sound of footsteps running toward her door was the last thing she remembered before sleep overcame her again…