Chapter Thirty-Five.
Alaynah's POV:
There are so many people around me in white clothing. It reminds me of when I was little. About eleven-twelve.
I hated my life and I just didn't want to be on this earth anymore. I wanted to leave. I had shitty foster parents that were never home so I overdosed on drugs, I obviously stumbled to the street and then blacked out because next thing I knew...
My head was on a hard pillow and I was almost swallowed in cords attached to my body with white clothed people standing around me.
I'm in hospital.
How the hell did I get here?
I start to struggle with breathing and my heart is pumping so quickly and so loudly it could be in my ears.
My head pounds and it feels like my lungs tie themselves into a big knot.
My hands cup around my throat trying to untangle the knot although I know it's no use because it's inside my throat.
I starting choking. I pull my hands to my mouth as I cough, I bring my hands back and something wasn't right about that cough. My eyes drift down to my hands.
An outrageous shiver explodes down my spine and throughout my body as I stare at the red liquid in my hands.
My mouth drops open and something pours onto my tongue. I spit it onto the white bedsheets, wipe the blood off my hands onto the sheets aswell. Turning them red.
I dab my middle and pointer finger just under my nose and then look at the tips of them, red fingers.
Next thing I know everything starts to get dizzy, I rip my hands in fromt of my face and they won't stop moving.
Before I know it everything goes black.