Chapter Five

Author's Note: This is the fifth chapter of Escape. For the first four chapters, scroll down! This is not the last chapter, there will be more chapters coming soon!

Escape

White lights burned against my eyes that hadn't been open for at least a day. Everything around me was white; that's all I could tell about my surrounding though.

The room I was in was very small and since everything, everywhere except one place falls in the color category of poop brown or barf beige, I knew I was in the hospital. For normal people the hospital is probably the scariest place in the world, but in the land of Falafia, it's a place where everyone dreams of going.

Food is usually something that comes to us in small quantities and has about as much taste as chalk, but in the hospital we all eat like kings and queens. We can get food whenever we want and all we have to do is put our order in. We can get anything made for us even if it isn't on the menu. We can get desserts, and snacks, and drinks, and anything else our heart desires. The food here doesn't taste like chalk and is filled with the richest flavors anyone can imagine. You can simply order mac n cheese and you might think they messed up your order because it will taste so good.

Now off the topic of food there; everything else is magnificent. The floors are sparkling, on the top floor the roof is made of glass, there's a balcony connected to every room, you just have to ring a bell and immediately someone will be at your service to help. I mean come on, this place is amazing.

The thing was, I didn't actually know I was here. At first I was a little scared that they did something to my family or something happened to them, but then I realized that I was the one strapped down. Although I've never actually been to a hospital, I know that the visitors don't get their arms and legs knotted down to a table; a very uncomfortable table may I add.

All I remember is that there was a Falaguard and a Falacat involved. I just can't put my finger on how they were involved. Then, a chill was sent up my spine. It was like a had been pricked and the sensation went all the way up my little spine and then flowed through my neck. I hated it.

Anything that makes my spine feel weird kills me because all it does is remind me of my terrible childhood. At the age of six I was diagnosed with cancer. I never actually went to the hospital because generally unless we work, we aren't supposed to leave our house at all. So our yearly doctors checkups happened at our house. It was a cold October day and I was confident that I was healthier than I had ever been and it would be the quickest checkup ever to happen on the face of the earth. It wasn't.

The doctor went to put the stethoscope on my back to listen to me breathe and when he lifted up my shirt, he found a large bump. That bump ended up being a tumor. The tumor was growing on my spine and it held a very rare kind of cancer. Everyday for a long time a experienced doctor had to come to my house and take the biggest needle I had ever seen, and stick it up my back. You would think I would've gotten used to it, but it would just hurt more each time as they started using stronger medicine. After one year, seven months, and 16 days, I was finally cancer free! I was so happy that I could finally live my life again! Not that I could do much more living then what  I was already doing.

I was still happy though because every morning I didn't have to live with the thought that that could have been the last time I would ever wake up. Most people don't ever have to live with that terrible thought every morning and absolutely no one should have to.

After thinking about this for several minute I came back to reality. I don't have cancer anymore and I really shouldn't keep thinking about it. Why bother worrying myself when I am healthy as can be? There is no reason to except if I want to make myself sad. Which I really don't want to.

I sat there a little while longer and started to hear footsteps. Obviously they were nurse footsteps because their shoes have soft padding on the bottom which gives them a very distinct sound. A sound anyone on this planet could hear and know exactly what it is. A sound I have been dreading to hear.