Something You Want to Forget About
Waiting Outside the Lines
Ameina’s POV
I woke up in shock, jolting my head up and looking around. A light turquoise curtain surrounded me, and there were bandages on my wrists. I was on a white bed. Am I in a hospital? How the hell did I end up at a hospital?
I’m alone in this room. There’s an empty chair next to my bed – I assume someone was here with me, but he or she left. I noticed Anesha’s bag on the floor, though. She’s probably here.
I feel a bit dizzy and like there’s butterflies in my stomach. But I couldn’t describe this feeling… I couldn’t seem to tell whether I was worried or sad. I was all mixed up.
Now I remember. I was about to get hit by a car until Niall pushed me to the other side of the street, letting the car hit him instead. All I remember is crying next to him, holding his hand, and then everything turned dark.
Oh my god. Niall. Is he okay? Is he alright? Where is he? Heck, is he even still alive? I sure do hope so. I have a lot of things to say to him and he has a lot of explaining to do.
But I don’t care. All I want is to see him and see how things go. I… I’m so worried for him. What if he dies? It’s all my fault he got hit by a car. It’s all my fault.
I heard someone open the door and opened my curtain. It was a woman in a white uniform and my sister behind him. I guess she’s a nurse.
“Miss Forrestwood,” she spoke, “are you alright?”
“I-I guess so…” I stuttered. Well, it was partly true.
“Do you need anything? If you want water, it’s right next to you.”
I shook my head.
“Please,” my sister nudged the nurse, “I want to talk to my sister alone.”
The nurse nodded and left the room, leaving me alone with Anesha.
“I know you’re not alright.” She spoke in a serious tone in her voice.
“I’m probably not,” I told her. “is he okay?”
“Who? Oh, Niall – right, right. I don’t know. I haven’t checked on him yet.”
“Has the doctors said anything about him?”
“They say he’s unconscious, but I’m not sure.”
I sighed. He’s still alive. Good.
“Can I – can I see him?” I croaked.
“No,” Anesha answered, “you need rest, and so does Niall. I’ll ask the nurse when you can see him, though.”
“Th-thank you.”
As soon as she left the room, I immediately drifted off to sleep.
Anesha’s POV
I walked out of my sister’s hospital room and tried to find Doctor Morris, the doctor taking care of Niall. I heard him say Niall has a concussion. I asked a nurse to help me find him.
She led me to room 563, which I guess is Niall’s room. She opened the door and pointed at Doctor Morris, who was standing in front of Niall’s bed.
I walked to him and paused to glance at Niall. He had a big white bandage on his forehead, blood slightly showing underneath it. I also noticed a cast on his right arm. He was still unconscious.
“Is he going to be fine?” I asked the doctor.
“I hope so. But I can’t be sure. He’s still having trouble breathing.” Doctor Morris replied.
“When can my sister see him?”
“Probably tomorrow afternoon.”
“Did he break his arm, too?”
“Yes. Pretty badly.”
“Does he have any other injuries?”
“Some cuts and scratches, but we’ve covered them up. What I’m worried about is his breathing.”
“But he’ll still be alright, right?”
“I can’t be sure.”
I sighed and continued to watch Niall sleeping. I felt really sorry for him – both he and my sister. I’m already sure they both have feelings for each other. And I can’t let Niall die, either. My sister would be miserable for eternity.
I stood up from my chair and walked out of the room, heading towards Ameina’s room again. Tonight I’m staying with her at the hospital – I’m going to sleep on the sofa bed in her room. I can’t be left alone at home.
I enter her room and Ameina has fallen asleep. I sigh and decide to go to bed earlier – it’s been a tiring day. I was chasing after Ameina after she left the house and I found her laying on the street hugging Niall.
That was the most horrifying sight I have ever seen in my life, seeing my sister bleeding and scratched all over, crying, unconscious. I wouldn’t like that. I want her to be okay. I want her to be happy and let her pain end.
I cover my body with a blanket on the sofa bed and close my eyes.
Ameina’s POV
I’m awake again – I just can’t sleep.
I look to my right. Anesha is asleep on the sofa bed. She probably already talked to Niall’s doctor or something. I really do hope he’s okay.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far gone. That I've jumped too far across the line, that my ears have become deaf with disbelief. Have I sunk too deep far too quickly? Have I swum so far away from Niall that it's easier if I drown than wait for lighting the signals to be rescued? Have I bled too much, let these scars sink further into my skin, into my muscles and mark themselves away to my bones until I snap, scream out and run with a thousand sins to my name?
Would Niall forgive me? Would he tell me it's going to be alright, that tonight isn't the end of the world - like he used to everyday before he drops me off at my house?
Because it's nights like this that I believe I can never get better.
I woke up in shock, jolting my head up and looking around. A light turquoise curtain surrounded me, and there were bandages on my wrists. I was on a white bed. Am I in a hospital? How the hell did I end up at a hospital?
I’m alone in this room. There’s an empty chair next to my bed – I assume someone was here with me, but he or she left. I noticed Anesha’s bag on the floor, though. She’s probably here.
I feel a bit dizzy and like there’s butterflies in my stomach. But I couldn’t describe this feeling… I couldn’t seem to tell whether I was worried or sad. I was all mixed up.
Now I remember. I was about to get hit by a car until Niall pushed me to the other side of the street, letting the car hit him instead. All I remember is crying next to him, holding his hand, and then everything turned dark.
Oh my god. Niall. Is he okay? Is he alright? Where is he? Heck, is he even still alive? I sure do hope so. I have a lot of things to say to him and he has a lot of explaining to do.
But I don’t care. All I want is to see him and see how things go. I… I’m so worried for him. What if he dies? It’s all my fault he got hit by a car. It’s all my fault.
I heard someone open the door and opened my curtain. It was a woman in a white uniform and my sister behind him. I guess she’s a nurse.
“Miss Forrestwood,” she spoke, “are you alright?”
“I-I guess so…” I stuttered. Well, it was partly true.
“Do you need anything? If you want water, it’s right next to you.”
I shook my head.
“Please,” my sister nudged the nurse, “I want to talk to my sister alone.”
The nurse nodded and left the room, leaving me alone with Anesha.
“I know you’re not alright.” She spoke in a serious tone in her voice.
“I’m probably not,” I told her. “is he okay?”
“Who? Oh, Niall – right, right. I don’t know. I haven’t checked on him yet.”
“Has the doctors said anything about him?”
“They say he’s unconscious, but I’m not sure.”
I sighed. He’s still alive. Good.
“Can I – can I see him?” I croaked.
“No,” Anesha answered, “you need rest, and so does Niall. I’ll ask the nurse when you can see him, though.”
“Th-thank you.”
As soon as she left the room, I immediately drifted off to sleep.
Anesha’s POV
I walked out of my sister’s hospital room and tried to find Doctor Morris, the doctor taking care of Niall. I heard him say Niall has a concussion. I asked a nurse to help me find him.
She led me to room 563, which I guess is Niall’s room. She opened the door and pointed at Doctor Morris, who was standing in front of Niall’s bed.
I walked to him and paused to glance at Niall. He had a big white bandage on his forehead, blood slightly showing underneath it. I also noticed a cast on his right arm. He was still unconscious.
“Is he going to be fine?” I asked the doctor.
“I hope so. But I can’t be sure. He’s still having trouble breathing.” Doctor Morris replied.
“When can my sister see him?”
“Probably tomorrow afternoon.”
“Did he break his arm, too?”
“Yes. Pretty badly.”
“Does he have any other injuries?”
“Some cuts and scratches, but we’ve covered them up. What I’m worried about is his breathing.”
“But he’ll still be alright, right?”
“I can’t be sure.”
I sighed and continued to watch Niall sleeping. I felt really sorry for him – both he and my sister. I’m already sure they both have feelings for each other. And I can’t let Niall die, either. My sister would be miserable for eternity.
I stood up from my chair and walked out of the room, heading towards Ameina’s room again. Tonight I’m staying with her at the hospital – I’m going to sleep on the sofa bed in her room. I can’t be left alone at home.
I enter her room and Ameina has fallen asleep. I sigh and decide to go to bed earlier – it’s been a tiring day. I was chasing after Ameina after she left the house and I found her laying on the street hugging Niall.
That was the most horrifying sight I have ever seen in my life, seeing my sister bleeding and scratched all over, crying, unconscious. I wouldn’t like that. I want her to be okay. I want her to be happy and let her pain end.
I cover my body with a blanket on the sofa bed and close my eyes.
Ameina’s POV
I’m awake again – I just can’t sleep.
I look to my right. Anesha is asleep on the sofa bed. She probably already talked to Niall’s doctor or something. I really do hope he’s okay.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far gone. That I've jumped too far across the line, that my ears have become deaf with disbelief. Have I sunk too deep far too quickly? Have I swum so far away from Niall that it's easier if I drown than wait for lighting the signals to be rescued? Have I bled too much, let these scars sink further into my skin, into my muscles and mark themselves away to my bones until I snap, scream out and run with a thousand sins to my name?
Would Niall forgive me? Would he tell me it's going to be alright, that tonight isn't the end of the world - like he used to everyday before he drops me off at my house?
Because it's nights like this that I believe I can never get better.
11/18/13