OPEN YOUR EYES! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! THIS ISN'T REAL! This isn't real. You're right. It's not. It can't be. There is no way that this is real. WAKE UP!
"AH!" I jolted upright in my single size hospital bed. The screaming woke me up. Again. It wasn't my screams though. It was coming from down the hall. I heard it everyday and every night. The girl, probably the same age as me, screamed it all the time. 'This isn't real!'she would go on and on to say. I wondered what she was talking about. What wasn't real? I've been told by my fellow mentally challenged peers that she wasn't allowed to have visitors or be out of her room for more than thirty minutes a day. I have no idea what she looks like. I just know she is in the room down the hall from me and that she is even more messed up than I am apparently.
"I screamed, probably letting everyone know where we were, and then it jumped and lounged straight for me."
I covered my head with my arms and bent my upper half of my body over Aaron. I heard a loud growl in my heard, then a loud band, a whimper, and silence. I was scared to open my eyes. "Jenny?" I opened my eyes and looked up and up and up.
"PATRICK!" I yelled. A huge smile crept onto my face but he keeled down and covered his palm over my mouth.
"Ssshh!" He said and looked down at Aaron's head on my lap, who, surprisingly, was still asleep. "Is he alright?" His eyes held a lot of concern but I reassured him that Aaron would be fine.
"I can't believe it's you!" I whispered with a lot of enthusiasm for a girl in my situation. I gently placed Aaron's head on the ground and I jumped up, threw my arms around Patrick's neck, he held me in a tight hug, I closed my eyes, and then I went back in time.