Oakley’s Dream || chapter 2

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I shivered in my wheelchair, why was it cold all of a sudden? I heard footsteps behind me.. “hello?” I called out. “Mum? Daaaad? H-Harry?” I asked meekly. “Yes Oakley??” I couldn’t make out who’s voice it was.. it sounded.. distorted and… robotic.. * “Ow-“ I squeaked. My eyes slowly opened, and adjusted to the light. “Oh.., am I.. dead?” I asked rubbing my eyes. “Oh shut up. Of course your not DEAD. I JUST SAVED YOU!” Shouted an unfamiliar voice. There it was again- the sharp pain in my left wrist. “I’m Harlow” said the voice again. “Um.. I’m Oakle-“ a hand was pressed against my mouth. “nobody cares. Just shut up, your voice is annoying” scoffed Harlow, walking away. I peered around for my wheelchair, it seeing as I was on the floor, my view was very restricted. “Well what are you waiting for” asked Harlow matter-of-factly. “I can’t walk” I replied. “lazy” replied Harlow in a sing-song voice. “No like, I use a wheelchair!” I shouted, this girl was really getting on my nerves.”oh, that green pushchair?” Asked Harlow, suddenly flushing bright red. “I put it in the dumpster, it’s just outside..” I felt like crying. How could she do this to me? I was in considerable pain, and she was just insulting me with every word! “Well go get it for me then” I stated. I would not have any more of her foul-behaviour. “Oh right” as she walked past me, I took a closer look at her. Her hair was clearly dyed bright red, and she had a yarn tail clipped onto her black pencil skirt. She wore fishnet tights, and converses (that had clearly been customized with red stars on the black fabric). Her eyes were a deep red, clearly through contact lenses. I also noticed that she had a bright red cast on her right arm, shoulder to ends of her fingers… that must be really uncomfortable. Around 15 minutes later, Harlow came back in pushing my mobility aid, infront of her. After I had gotten comfortable in my wheelchair, the girl showed me the way to… a medical centre? I didn’t know they had that in service stations! Well either way, I was impressed by the amount of medical equipment was available there! ⚠️ WARNING THE NEXT PART MAY BE SEEN AS UNSETTLING OR SCARY ⚠️ A tall, spindly lady, with her head cocked slightly to the side, examined me. Her eyes were small tiny beads that examined every movement of my body. Her eye sockets were dark and veiny, with strange streaks from underneath. With her skinny hand - I could literally see only bone and skin - she examined my wrist. I flinched at the pain- it was like she was drilling through me. Harlow seemed unusually relaxed - like this was a normal for her. “Where does it hurt child?” The lady’s voice raspy and unnerving. I took notice that her hums were black- the same colour as her teeth. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled; I didn’t like the feel of this… “it’s broken” interrupted Harlow, give it an x-ray, Aunt Grace” I felt suddenly drowsy- next thing I knew I had a cast on my hand, and stitches up my arm. “We’ve got to leave NOW!” Screamed a familiar voice- it was Rowan! “Their sychos! Come on we have to leave!” Rowan was in tears, she looked so sleep-deprived and upset. “Rowan what’s wrong?” I asked peering behind me, as I was pushed away with her. “I.. I can’t say.. let’s just go, ok?” Her voice had become hoarse and screechy. “Rowan, please what’s going on?!” I shouted. Rowans eyes flicked with fear. “Your parents are outside, they’re waiting for you… but please dont linger!” She cried harder. “I… I won’t” End of chapter 2