Angels In Hell
Page 1, Chapter 1
The nurse is wheeling me through the hallways. i wonder whos gonnna be waiting for me outside. I hope kyle and taylor are there. and my parents. even when i think theyre names a burning passion starts. The nurse brings me in the elevater now. I think shes trying to start a conversation. But she trails off. She probably realizes i dont care. My thoughts turn into fear. what if that man got out of jail. could he be there? No stop he cant be...you got him...hes gone.
We are getting closer to the doors and i tense up with excitment. I want the first person i see to be kyle. I straightened my hair and put on a little bit of make up. But when i walked outside there was only white.. all i saw was flashing lights.blinding me. I panicked and the nurse realized. In an extremly soothing voice "its okay Satine, your safe. these people are just reporters. theyre here to ask you somee questions...if you cant handle it ill send them away. but your parents said youd probably love this moment of fame." She laughs slighly and i look up and her" I can defffinnatley handle this." I put on my smile and ask her to help me up out of this stupid chair. I stand up boldly. Im deffinatley ready to tell my storyy. I recognize one reporter...but it cant bee. ITS THE REPORTER FROM THE NEW YORK TIMES!!! she came all the way to this small town!? i cant belive it. I immeditaly take action. I take a breathe and say" Yes, the women in the blue shirt, ask your question." As i spoke all the flashing cameras stop and all the reportes eyes are on me. She makes her way through the crowd to come and ask me. She takes the recorder out and askes her question
" Hello Satine, thanks for taking up this interview. Will you tell me how old you are?"
"Im 14" i reply.
" Great! alright heres my main question that im sure everyone is itching to know. What happened from your perspective? WE know about the group of terrorist who they were. All the small details they relesed to the public. I want the details from you." Mindlessly i run my fingers up and down the thread that stiched up my face. i sense every stich and on fingers it makes me remeber. it makes me feel like im still there.
" Satine..are you okay? do you neeed to sit down?"
"No im fine! sorry..its just.." I look innto the crowd for atleast one firmilur face. And i see one. Hes here. kyle. My confidence shoots up." Where should i begin?" I laugh a quiet friendly laugh to show im realaxed.
"Well...i guess start were you realized something was happenening. Something that would threaten your life"
I look up at kyle again. He sends his warm smile and nods his head. He wants me to tell the story.
I suck in a breathe and begin. this is my chance to tell the world what happened that day. this is my moment.
dont screw it up