I woke up to a room full of bright lights. I squinted trying to see what all was around me. This was good I am alive. I am in the hospital. I try to sit up and a hand pushes me back down. I look up and there is the man who I suppose is the doctor.
"Where is my family," I ask looking around, as I sit up.
"Alive."I snicker. Of course they are alive I am the one who fell down the stairs. He laughs a big belly laugh as he looks at the clipboard in his hands. I frown wondering what is so amusing to him. "You were only a few minutes away from being eighteen."
"What do you mean? I am eighteen. Today is my birthday." Crap. My party...my dress, and my shoes. Johnathon... and Lindsey... Ughhh. I fall back onto the bed.
" Well it will be easy to remember, your birthday is the same as your death-day." Okay something was definitely wrong. This guy is insane. He picks up a pile of cloths, I look closer. Those are my cloths!
"I want out of here.