Souls cht #1 corrected

I stood there, watching over my destroyed body. I had a broken bones, stitches in four different places. The whole right side of my body was raw from burn marks. And of course the big one, I was in a deep coma.

The only sign of life was my chest slowly rising and falling because of the breathing machine and the beeping of the heart machine

I shuddered as a nurse walk through me. I couldn't bare to watch as she changed the blood stained bandages, blood had always made me feel nauseous. I decided to have a look around the hospital. I guessed that I was going to be there a while, so I might as well get used to my new surroundings.

I also needed to distract myself from the painful scar forming in my heart for my daughter. My precious, delicate, bubbly, happy Electra. Where was she? Was she OK? Was she alone, wandering the empty, filthy dangerous back Allys?

I soon felt tears welling in my eyes as I thought of her crying alone in the dark. I pushed the tears back. Crying has never done any good, just forces you to think of the very thing that's upsetting you. Anyway, as the old saying goes:

“ When you smile, the whole world smiles with you

When you cry, you cry alone.”

I turned quickly so I would stop staring at my body, and I came face-to-face with a guy around my age. He obviously extremely tall but he was crouching so I could see into his warm, chocolate-brown eyes. He had perfectly-messy near black hair with golden tints through it and smooth, perfect, paper-white skin. He reminded me of the princes from fairy tales that my father use to tell me before bed-time when I was young, it seemed so long ago now.

“Hello. My name is Charlie ”said the prince, in a smooth, husky voice. He started offering me his hand. These actions quickly pushed every thought right out of my head.

I fell back with the fright, typical of me. He chuckled softly but kindly before offering me his hand and helping me up. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. His hand was freezing cold but soft and very smooth.

“And who might you be?” he asked with a perfect smile, showing all his straight, white teeth.

Unable to think properly I stupidly replied back “Huh?” I must be imagining things, he couldn't be real, I was in a frickin' coma, for crying out loud! Great, I must be going crazy, having hallucinations of princes.

“Your name? He repeated putting it into simpler English for me.

“ Oh right, em, I'm Susan. But call me Rusty. Please” I answered quickly, trying not to make a bigger idiot out of myself. But I had to ask him “ Are you real or am I just going crazy out of my mind?”

“OK, Rusty. No, I am real, so your not going completely mad.” he reassured me. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions such as how you got here? What happened to you? I mean not to sound rude or anything like that but your body doesn't look in the best condition, to put it politely!.”

“I was in a bad car crash,.” I told him , watching his perfect smile was vanish and how his eyes widened with shock.

“Oh, I am so sorry. Please excuse my rudeness before. You see the souls I usually meet were pretty stupid and reckless.” he explained to me. “Now you have a choice to make, you can either come with me and meet all the other souls or you can stay here, while the doctors and nurses try to patch you up.” He said while looking past “me”.

I followed his line of vision and found my self staring at my body once more. The nurse was now injecting me with a needle and attaching a drip. I pulled myself away and looked back at Charlie.

As I began to get over the initial shock, thousands of questions started filling my head, but I only the first three that had popped into my head slipped out, with out my command.

“ Go with you where? Other souls? How can you see and talk to me?”

“ A) To the house, B) your house-mates, if you choose to come with me, which you probably will and C) we are both souls.” He replied. He was clearly enjoying my confusion. “ But there is a difference between you and me, you're technically alive and I'm definitely dead.” He added in, in a blunt tone.

I must of went into shock because every thing I remember after that is very hazy. I think, I vaguely remember Charlie telling me to close my eyes and then picking me up and cradling me in his arms. I also remember a slight swooshing of the wind in my ears, but other than that I was completely lost in my own thoughts. I just couldn't believe that he was dead. I thought that being in a coma was bad.

Thousands of new questions swarmed my head. How did he die? When did he die? How old was he? Why was he still here? How did he know that I was here? How many souls were there? Where did he live? What could he eat? Where exactly where we? What day was it? How long had I been here? And still most importantly where exactly was my daughter?