Killing Me Softly…
Chapter 2
My eyes fluttered open. I was awake and greeted by the sound of shoes shuffling on the floor and loud noises you would usually recognize in a hospital.
My eyes scanned the room, desperate to know what happened the other night.
Then it all came to me. The crash. The baby deer.
“Cody..?” I whispered, sitting up.
I wonder if he was injured. I wonder if I was injured. I slowly lifted my hand off the sheets on the hospital bed, inspecting them.
I frowned in frustration, realising it wasn’t my usual pale, thin hand. My eyes traced my two arms, which were tan and slim, unlike my bony arms.
Picking up a lock of silky, blonde hair in between my fingers, I almost screamed. Did I magically switch body’s with someone else during the night? Or was this just a bad dream?
I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling sick. I clasped my stomach. I bet my face was turning green now.
I craned my neck to see a short woman in a white, nurses coat walk in. She had a happy smile on her face. Too happy.
People like that really do irritate me. They’re calm and laidback when really, it feels like the world is going to end.
“Feeling better, honey?” she asked, placing a warm hand on my forehead. She was gripping a clipboard against her chest.
“Um…” I managed to choke out.
“Oh.” The smile on her face altered. “You must have noticed the change. But don’t worry, when the doctor gets here he will explain what happened. Oh, and you’re parents are here. Shall I send them in?” she asked politely.
“Yes please.” I said, feeling slightly light-headed.
She hurried out of the room, her white nurse’s shoes squeaking n the floor as she walked.
I was in a room alone, with no company. I wondered where Cody was, and whose body I was in.
I decided to look in the mirror inside the bathroom.
I slipped off the hospital bed, an ugly white dress covering my body. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
Reaching out to the handle on the door, I opened it. I padded into the small space, making me feel dizzy.
I stared at the beautiful person in the mirror. And she definitely wasn’t me. She had pale blonde hair which reached just below her elbows. Emerald green eyes stared back at me, which were wide and innocent. They were framed by thick, inky black lashes which curled upwards. She had a small, button nose and a plump, rosy pink mouth.
She looked like a porcelain doll, not Jack., not me.
“Oh god…” I said, feeling dazed and I lifted up the clean, toilet seat and pulled my blonde hair up into a messy ponytail using my hands. I puked into the toilet, once or twice before I stopped. I washed my mouth out using the tap and still felt sick.
“Jack, baby?” I heard my Mothers soothing voice call out. “Mom.” I croaked out.
I sped out of the bathroom as she pulled me into a tender embrace.
She pulled away, inspecting my new body. “Well, you certainly don’t look like the old Jack anymore.” She laughed. “You knew?” I asked curiously. “Of course. If you hadn’t have made the change, you would have died.” She said in a grim voice.
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