Dare to be WILD

“Don’t go in there!” I hear Lana shout, she was always a scaredy cat. “It’s haunted! The monsters will get you!” the others in our group scream at the top of their lungs. Laughing A dares’ a dare I thought shrugging of the fear, it was just an old run-down house on the back of churches street. We have seen it every day since forever. I take a deep breath and walk up the front pathway, I open the door. I hear the group of kids behind me scream and then, total darkness. My world has gone dark, my heart is hammering in my chest and my throat is swollen, I can’t breathe. What’s happening, I don’t understand a soaring pain burst through my thigh, I want to wake up the pain is unreal, I’m burning in darkness.  I hear sobs and a smooth voice saying, “come on wake up now” and soft “I miss you” I hear something beeping and it’s annoying me. I want to turn it off, but I can’t move. The world has turned off again, the pain is fading. Am I dying? I feel the heaviness lift of my eyes, my breathing feels normal. I’m no longer burning.  I open my eyes and the first thing I see are a bunch of balloons and flowers on the window, it’s not my window. Where am I? “hello?” I try to speak out, but my throat is so dry there are wires and tubes all around me, my leg is wrapped tightly in a bandaged that looks fresh. It’s night-time the window overlooks a beautiful dark sky with bright stars it’s a nice night for England in April.  I look around the room a bit dazed, my mum is sleeping on the chair beside me, she looks rough. Her hair is down and tangled and she has no form of make up or mascara on. Nothing like her normal well kept professional appearance.  “Mum?” I croak out. Her eyes fly open and she starts to sob! Hear shoulders heaving as she hugs me tightly. She presses a button and the nurse come rushing in. There is so much buzzing around I can’t take it all in. I get poked and prodded and answer a lot of questions. But I can’t remember what happened that night.  I fell asleep after all the tests and promised to speak more tomorrow. My mum kissed my head and tucked me in as if I was a child again. I told my mum all that I remembered. It started with a small drinking session on the park with my friends from school, we had just come to the end of our A levels and were looking forward to university or in my case travelling. It was meant to be a happy send of. We were drinking then ended up playing spin the bottle. I obviously chose dare as I love a good thrill, but I don’t remember much after that. I remember the old churches house, and then blackness. I asked mum why I was burning and what happened. Turns out the guys with me heard me scream and were to chicken s**t to come and see what happened Lana, my best friend,  called the police and when they actually got me out it looked as though I had been savaged by a wild dog.  I was unconscious and had been in a self-induced coma for almost 3 weeks. On the plus side I lost a good lot of weight luckily not too much to make me any flatter chested. I don’t have a lot of assets up top if you know what I mean I’m a healthy B cup which isn’t much to look at; but my bottom has always been plump and perky. I walk to the full-length mirror in the hospital room to take a look at myself. My face was bruised slightly from where I must have hit the floor. My shoulder length brown hair looked tired and matted, I couldn’t wait to get showered and condition it to make it silky again. I sigh to myself I looked a lot like my mum, high cheekbones, large blue eyes. My skin is relatively good asides from a few blemishes here and there but what person doesn’t get spots.  My mum comes over and stands behind me, she strokes my hair, you are still beautiful she says and kisses my head. I love my mum. As long as I can remember it has always been me and her, my dad disappeared on night when he went to get some veg from the local shop. Went out the front door and never came back, we looked for him for years then one day my mum just gave up, it broke her heart not knowing why he left but she has always been the best and works so hard so we can have a comfortable life. She works in a law firm firstly starting as a secretary and is now heading on the be a judge. She has worked so hard and made me so proud. She was supportive when I was taking a GAP year before I go to Uni to study veterinary science. She really is the best.  I smile at my mum hoping she knows how much I cherish her. She hands me a towel, change of clothes and a set of toiletries and then helps me cover my bandaged thigh with what looks like clingfilm. I get excited and rush to the shower.   I will be honest I absolutely stink; I must have indulged myself in the shower for a good 20 minutes or so and I scrubbed every inch of myself deeply. Oh it felt good to be clean.  My mum raps on the door to hurry me up. And I get dressed and come out to find the doctor standing there “I’m here to check the wound and then if all is good you can be discharged tomorrow” I beam at the good news. Just one more night here. I finally get the all clear. the bite on my leg has started to scab and I can tell it will leave a massive scar. My mum thanks everyone all the nurses, doctors and even the receptionist for all they have done for me. And excitedly hurries me to the car.