My backwards world

All I can see is black. I hear noises, and shuffling around me. I'm too weak to move. I need to wake up. I need to see what's going on. Where am I even? "I think it's waking up!" I hear a voice say. It was muffled though. "Marie? Marie?" I hear another voice say, and it sounds very familiar. Slowly my eyes begin to open, and I see my father standing over me. The light blinds me, so I have to squint to see. I look around and, it looks like I'm in a green hospital room. "Marie?" Dad says again. I sit up against the back of the bed to get out of the brightness of the light. "w-where are we?" I ask. Immediately dad hugs me. "You're okay!" Why am I in the hospital? Why does he sound so worried? Why can't I remember anything? I know who I am, and what I am...or what I was. But how I got here I have no idea. I remember an explosion, but that's it. Is that how I got here? I sit there doing/saying nothing, but just trying to recall what happened.

  "What happened?" I ask weakly. I rub my aching forehead with a hand, or when it was a hand. I hear a sniffle come from dad as he begins to cry on my shoulder. I look at the doctor who stares in astonishment that he has a talking freak of nature in his room. I notice I'm not wearing any clothing, but only a hospital gown that have strings that tie at the back. I see my right wing is extended out and rapped in bandages, same with my right foreleg, and my waist. Each with a big bloodstain on them. The doctor walks over to me. "You're very lucky to be alive." He says. "Why?" I ask. I look down to my dad still hugging me. "You were in a crash involving a bus and a garbage truck." He tells me. "If that firefighter hadn't of gotten you when he did, you would have been part of the explosion. As a matter of fact, you are the only one who survived." I gasp at the fact that I'm the only one who lived. It makes me angry too. I don't want to live my life like this. My dad lets go of me. "I'm sorry." "It's okay dad."

  "That firefighter who was able to save you said he is coming to visit. He said it was quite shocking when he..." He cuts off before finishing. "I know. You must have been shocked to seeing what a monstrosity I am." I look down at the blankets that cover me. "What time is it?" I ask. He looks at a watch on his right wrist. "It's 9:24pm" he says. Shit I've been out for about 1o hours!! "Wait. did you say you were...human?" He asks giving me a puzzled look. "Yeah. This whole thing is ruining me already." Then a nurse wearing all white enters the room. "There is a man here who wants to see...Marie." She says disgustingly to the doctor while looking at me, then leaves, and a 6ft tall muscular white man, in a blat tee walks in. * takes a chair by the door, and pulls it next to the bed and sits. "Hey." He says twiddling his thumbs. "Hey." I reply. His voice is a little deep, and hoarse.

  "So...am I really the only survivor?" I ask nervously. "Yeah." He says. He sounds very upset. "You okay?" I ask. "Not really. Right after I had gotten you out, my only two brothers went in to get the others, but then the bus blew up and...they died too." I look at my father who has his face in his hands. I can tell he isn't faring to well either. "Sorry to hear that." "There's rumors all over the news about you. I just wasn't ready to tell anybody exactly what I saw. So far it's just a crash involving a bus and a garbage truck, and one of the bus passengers wasn't...human. They don't know it's you. they just the the general idea of an un-human creature on the bus." "Already?" I ask. "Well it's been about nine hours since the crash, and it was quite a big thing." He looks at me with worry in his eye. I can see it. "Hey can you give me my sweater? It's right there on the counter next to you." I ask cause that's where I had left my phone. "Sure." He says tossing it to me. It lands on my lap with a thud.

  The thud tells me it's there so I grab out out of my sweater pocket. I turn it on, and there's a notification showing I have 6 texts. One is from...Mr. Peterson? How did he get my number? I look at the text. It says: I decided not to suspend you since this is the first time you have gotten into a fight, and I know you are a very good student. I hope everything goes okay with you and your dad. Sincerely, Mr. Peterson. The other texts are from my friends basically asking if I was on that bus. which, I was. I turn the phone off and set it on my sweater. I look at him again, and he seems to be watching me. "Sorry about your wing." He tells me. "Why?" "When the bus exploded we weren't very far, and I had you over my shoulder, and I lost me grip on you, and you fell really hard on your right side." He shrugs a bit. "Oh. It no big deal. I dont know if I could even fly, but even if I could, I wouldn't cause I'm kinda scared of heights." I smile to show that I mean it's fine.

  "I would love to stay and chat more, but I have work in an hour. Oh, and by the way, My name is Craig." He tells me getting up and heading for the door, and leaves. I look at my dad again who has fallen asleep on his chair. This time I realize that mom isn't here. She doesn't even care if her fist daughter just about died?! What a cunt. I look tot he doctor who is just sitting there looking at me. "So what's all wrong with me?" I ask him a bit quickly. "Well so far you have two broken ribs, a fractured right wing, a sprained shoulder muscle, and a minor concussion. But don't worry. You'll make a full recovery." "Okay. So what now?" I ask. My mind is a blur of thoughts that sound like when an old T.V has those black and white lines going across the screen. "You have a nice rest." He tells me. "Your father is welcome to stay and he is asleep already, and I suggest you get some sleep too. You'll be released tomorrow." He says shutting off the light and leaving the room. I lay on my side now, and I shut my eyes.