Lizzie

      I felt like the world suddenly got quiet for a moment, and the sound of a girl crying finally stopped. I felt peace, i felt happy but at the same time i felt sad. I felt like i disappeared into the middle of no where in a black room. I couldn't feel my body, i could only feel a cold bed, no color. I would always dream of people talking to me, and the voice of a little girl whispering in my ear.She would tell me to wake up, and every time i did i was still stuck in a dark room, same bed. I felt like i was losing my mind during the hours and i just wanted to awake to where i was before. 

     Within the next couple of hours i could hear voices coming from the other side not knowing if im awake, but i couldn't make out the words anymore. Just mumbles and more mumbles. Suddenly i see a light and i get up and walk towards it. I got scared thinking if it went away i'd be here longer. It distance it self and i run after it. I felt like i was running for my life, i felt out of breath, and suddenly my eyes burn. I see the light, i see the room, and my mom. The darkness had went away and i realize i was in the hospital. "Mom"? i say so confusedly. She looks up and  cries . "she has awoken she has awoken!!!" indeed i have i thought.

         After my mom finished her crying i was still a bit confused. She came in to hug me from the hospital bed and hugged me tight. "What happened ?" i asked. My mom got serious and quiet, so quiet i was frightened thinking the room would darken again. "The dark " i whispered.....she looked up and said "Yes". You were walking down the stair into the basement and you fell".  A few minutes later a man in white with brown round glasses walked in. "Ah well im glad to have aboard, let me see your arms?" he said. My arms were bruised and my only one leg was broken. "Do you feel dizzy? nauseous ? ". The doctor kept asking my numerous of questions that i didn't know how to answer. I remember the little girl who i was hearing while i was in that dark place. Now that they're was light my mind cleared up and i got a name. The doctor kept rambling questions with my mom in the background telling me to answer. "Lizzie " i spoke. "Lizzie Dean". 

           "What did you say?" the doctor looked shocked. "when i was in the dark i heard a little trying to talk to me. Sometimes she would cry..........and thats her name." The doctor looked at me as if i brought something bad up. He looked sad and he walked out. My mom chased him and constantly asked what was wrong. What felt like an hour was only 20 mins and my mom came back in with the doctor. They were both quiet, and i hated it. "You passed out for a couple of hours, its okay, i prescribed some medicine for you. If you feel sore take two dozes and come back next week so i can see see your leg", and then he walked out. My mom had a wheel chair ready for me to go, but she didn't say anything ethier. She seemed puzzled but what i dont get is WHY? im the one who fell, and whose Lizzie?

             Months passed and i was healed. I didn't go down the basement ever again after that, its just a room that sits their. My mom goes occasionally to do laundry but she seems to be cautious. You know what was  creepy weird that i found out? When i went to the doctor  for my leg? He wasn't their. I had a new doctor, apparently my old doctor decided to spend more time with his dying daughter named Lizzie....Lizzie Dean .She was dying from cancer................i never went back to the dark and i never heard her again...nor my doctor.