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Tick Tick TickThere goes the clock.
Ticking away at time.
Tick Tick Tick
It's just seconds, minutes, hours - millennia upon millennia, it's been just that.
Or so it seems.
What if I told you there were people behind the watches.
People living in the clocks on your walls.
People going about their daily lives right in your pocketwatch.
You probably wouldn't believe me.
But what if I told you I'd been there.
Yes, been inside their tiny homes.
Seen their work, seen what they do.
Been at their table.
Been in their chairs.
What if I told you, dear reader...
That I was one of them...
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I opened my eyes. I was laying on my back, staring at the white ceiling above. I held my arms up, and spread my new fingers wide. They splayed out, five on each hand, and one hand on each arm, both attached to either side of my body. Well then, that was good. I kicked my legs in the air, and two perfectly put together feet entered my vision. Well, that meant all my limbs were intact. Blinking to clear my vision, I sat up. I was in what appeared to be a hospital bed, with white walls and clean, shiny floor tiles below me. To my right, another bed was set up, with pristine white sheets folded neatly around a girl, who was sitting up, reading.
“Excuse me?” I asked politely, my voice sounding high and sweet in my throat.
The girl turned her head. She looked about nine or ten, possibly eleven. “Well, you’re finally awake. Those people will be happy to see that.” she replied, not batting an eyelash.
“People?” I repeated, wiggling my fingers in my lap and fiddling with my white hospital gown.
“That group of people who came in here the other day - they seemed quite ready to believe you were dead, and looked none too happy about it. Crying and the like.” She returned to her book. Back to Earth I read. How ironic.
“That group...my family?” I muttered, glancing around my bed and small table.
“You do look better than when you first came in, though, less blood and bandages around your head.”
I quickly found a small hand mirror and brought it up to my face. A young girl with dark, nearly black, brown hair and long eyelashes, dark skin and chocolate eyes stared back at me. She looked about twelve, and when I blinked, she blinked as well. I moved my head to the side. She copied my actions. I set down the mirror and sat, staring down at myself for a moment.
“You okay? What’s your name, anyway?” the girl set down her book and watched me carefully. She was certainly a suspicious little nine year old.
“I, uh…” but I was saved from answering when a doctor and woman came into the room. Upon seeing me sitting up, the woman shrieked and ran over to my side.
“Oh, Hazel, you’re aliv - a- awake! Oh, baby!” I quickly judged this woman, dark skin identical to mine, and hair the same color to be my mother.
“Mom!” I called, acting the best I could to look relieved and excited. I stiffly hugged back as she flung her arms around me. Hm, lily. Nice perfume.
“Hazel, I thought - we thought, the doctors…” the woman burst into tears and finally let me go, sitting on the edge of the bed and weeping her heart out.
“Mrs. Sinatra - I’ll leave you two to your privacy, but remember visiting hours are only until nine.” With that, the doctor left, door swinging behind him.
“Honey, I thought - I thought I’d lost you! Oh, when George and your brothers and sister hears about this - we were all so worried, Hazel!” Mrs. Sinatra continued, sniffling and staring at me intently, as if she was afraid of losing me. Well, not me, me, this body me. This body’s former inhabitant.
Deciding to risk it, I said, “Yes, I’m fine - was anyone else hurt in the….accident?”
“Oh, no, no, don’t you remember? Only we were there, along with your father - oh sweetie, do you remember any of it?” replied Mrs. Sinatra with a shake of her head and blow of her nose.
“Uh, it’s a bit fuzzy...but wasn’t it a crash...or something like that?” I said, pretending to be a bit confused.
“Your father was driving, and you were in the back seat, reading-”
“Oh yeah! I remember that!” I said, nodding enthusiastically.
“- and then….then all of a sudden, poor Mr. Evans flew into us - he wasn’t as lucky as you were, and didn’t make it, poor man - from the left side and…..” Mrs. Sinatra’s voice broke, but she continued after a pause anyway. “after we stopped spinning and flipping...y-you were just hanging there, from your seat belt - s-so much blood. I was sure I’d lost you, Hazel!” Mrs. Sinatra burst into tears again, and I patted her awkwardly on the back. I’d never known this woman and already I was feeling terribly sorry for her. To lose your own daughter...it’s just a terrible thing.
“It’s okay, Mom, you don’t have to keep on. When will I come home?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Y-you should be home in a few days, says the doctor, as soon as your ribs have healed. You’ve been here for two weeks! We were all terrified, honey.” Mrs. Sinatra stood with a weak smile. “Visiting hours are almost up, but I’ll be back tomorrow! Along with the family, don’t you worry!” With that, she left, and it was just me and the other girl again.
I blinked. I would have to tell her sometime. But two weeks! Why was I here? Here, where I’d most likely just break this poor woman’s heart all over again. I’d have to hold out until someone came to help me figure out what I’m supposed to do here, then I can do it, and then leave, but try not to break this woman’s heart in doing it. Her daughter seemed like a great girl. I hoped my family back home isn’t too heartbroken about this as she was…
“Camellia, where are you? Camellia!”
I was coughing and my breathing was coming in gasps. Smoke was slowly engulfing me, creeping into my mouth and up my nose, and I couldn’t open my eyes for fear of the smoke, but mostly of what I would see.
“Camellia!”
I managed to squint my eyes, and tried going in the direction of the voice, but whichever way I turned, the shouts seemed to get softer and softer. I stumbled through a doorway, down a hall. I nearly entered a room, but just as I was about to place my foot, the floor crumbled from under me and I had to scramble back to avoid being crushed. I whirled around, heading toward the rough outline of some stairs, but I tripped and tumbled down, hitting my head on a step and crushing my arm under my body. But I still stood up, blood streaming into my eyes, arm hanging limp, and continued onward. I had to get out.
I had to.
A wave of hot air blew past me, and following close behind were huge red flames, towering above me and roaring so loud I felt my eardrums would burst. I ran, tripping and falling, down another hallway, in and out of rooms, trying to get away from the smoke and heat. By now the voices had stopped calling, or I just couldn’t hear them anymore. I stumbled into a room, the doorknob seemingly cool to the touch, and slammed the door behind me. Exhausted, I slid down to the floor, chest heaving and head throbbing. Something fuzzy and mewling crawled into my lap. It was Cocoa, my black and white kitten. I could just make out her dirty and sooty fur through the smoke. She curled up against me, shivering and shaking, despite the heat. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door.
There wasn’t any point in trying to squint them open anymore, and besides, now sweat mixed with blood kept running down my forehead, dripping off my nose. I just sat there, one arm hanging limp, the other clutching the kitten tightly, until I couldn’t hear a thing, back up against a now growing hot door.
I knew I was going to die. There was no going around that fact, and now that I had accepted it, it didn’t seem so scary anymore. The door was increasing in heat, and more smoke curled in from the ceiling and through the cracks in the floor. There was no way I could survive this, I just hoped everyone else would be okay. Especially Cocoa…
As I drifted into unconsciousness, my ears picked up a faint cry from afar, “Camellia…” then my head hung limp.
Chapter 2
“You might want to wake up.”
I groaned and rolled over, then sat up. I was still in the same hospital bed, same room, and with the same nine-year-old roommate staring at me.
“The doctors will be coming soon, and so will those people, so you might want to wake up.” She repeated, blue eyes wide, yet still with that suspicious hint.
“Right.” I said,
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Lindsey - you have a folder! :)And Alyssa - this topic is now in your own folder, and now you can do as much writing as you want in your folder! :)
Alright, you've got one (once I'm finished moving this writing)
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Hello! I just popped over to let you know there are available folders now, and to ask if you would like one?
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