The Hospital Part I : the lost day

*this is a true story that is going to have a lot of parts to it. i know its long, and each one probably will be, because its hard for me to keep something that is this hard for me to write, short and simple. Jess, i Love you heaps babe, you helped me get through this so much. best friends for life, this hurt me a lot more than people know, and writing about it is very hard, but thank you for always being here for me*

My eyes fluttered open
i saw nothing but white
scared i was dead
until the nurse came into sight
my fears at rest
my eyes closed once more
the darkness my friend
whilst my mind was at war
unsure of my state
thoughts racing through my head
the last i remembered
i was laying in my bed
tears flowing from my eyes
i had cried myself to sleep
but now all i could hear
was a loud constant beep
a needle in my arm
and sharp pain in my back
the grip of a doctor
as it all faded into black
awakening once again
to find myself confused
as an unknown man stared down at me
looking very enthused
as our eye lines met
he smiled ever so sweet
then muttered something softly
to a woman staring at her feet
i recognised this lady
my mother, no doubt
i wanted to ask her what was going on
what was this all about?
but as i opened my mouth
i could not make a sound
i started to feel dizzy
the room was spinning round and round
the tears started to flow
as two men lifted me
placing me on a stretcher
and asking if i could see
`do you know where you are?`
those words repeated in my head
i had no idea
and my body felt like led
ten thousand pounds of pain
pulling me down
as i pieced it all together
the needles, the white gown
i was in the hospital
but why, i was unsure
`what happened to me` i asked
turning to face the door
through it my father came
and my mind began to race
did he do this to me
to try and put me in my place?
i trembled with fear
as i asked again
`what happened to me?`
remembering back when i was ten
that night he had choked my brother
and thrown me against the wall
when asked about the bruises
i said i took a nasty fall
but no it couldn't be
for he had since redeemed
but still no one answered
`WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?` i screamed
my mother looked away
dad seeming depressed
as the doctors pushed the stretcher
saying i should get some rest
into the ambulance i went
mums hand in mine
i could feel her shaking
not a good sign
i prayed to god i was okay
for once i did not want to die
i knew my life was precious
but i couldn't quite figure out why
when we arrived at isolation
the nurse explained it all
`you have encephalitis`
once again i started to bawl
`serious damage`
two words i've grown to hate
`but with the right treatment`
that sentence sealed my fate
`40% chance of fatality`
not something i wanted to hear
but when all this was said
i was locking away my fear
i knew that i would make it
even though I'd lose a lot
my mind was quite unsteady
I'd almost lost the plot
but although i couldn't remember
a single thing from that day
or what exactly happened
to make it end that way
somehow in my heart
it was all alright
as i drifted off to sleep
amidst that sea of white...