Chapter 1
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"Where am I?"
I say looking around for answers. No one caring to answer my question.
Maybe there are clues around that I may recognize. Maybe someone could point me in the right direction. Help me figure out where I am. Nothing so far looks familiar.
"Where am I ??"
I say. Louder and louder hoping someone will hear. But I had no luck. No one heard me. I need answers, will anyone take the time to listen.
“Where am I?”
I say hoping someone will hear me. Still, I have no luck, My words still aren’t able to be heard.
"Where am I?"
The words still only come out in a small squeak.
“Can someone tell me, where I am”
No sound left my mouth.
Panic comes over me. Not only am I unsure where I am. I don’t know where Frederick is.
"Where is Frederick?"
I say more panicked than ever. Hoping that someone will hear me. If I say it enough times, maybe one of them will be heard.
"Where is Frederick?"
I say louder with no luck, no sound leaves my lips.
"Where is Frederick?"
I say this time more desperate for an answer than ever.
“Where am I, Where is my husband?!”
If I say again, maybe this time I will be heard. I still, can’t seem to get the words out.
If only someone could hear me. Maybe someone would know.
“Where’s Frederick”
I say no sound leaving my lips. I need my dear Frederick. Where did he go?
“Where am I?”
No sound leaves my lips
I look around, hoping to see someone, anyone. Maybe they could answer my questions.
“Where am I, Where is Frederick?!”
Still, no luck, the words still can’t leave my lips.
There are so many people around. No one cares to answer my question. I need to keep asking. Maybe then they will listen.
“Hello anyone, can you please listen and answer my question."
No one turners and listens
“Hello will anyone listen? Where am I?”
Still, there is no response from anyone.
I wheel myself over to someone and tap them on the shoulder.
“Exuse me, sorry to bother you”
I say, but only a squeak comes out. I then try again, this time clearing my throat and say.
“Excuse me, Sorry to bother you. Can you tell me where I am.”
I said, but no words came out only a squeak.
“Hello, Miss Griffith. How are you?”
The stranger said. How does she know my name I have never met her.
“Who are you, and where am I?”
I said to the strange lady.
“Mrs. Griffith let's go to your room. Get you changed for your visit with your husband”
She said to me.
“No stop... Please...STOP I don't want to go!!!
I said both hands laced tightly around the wheelchair grips holding on so hard my knuckles start turning white. I wish she would listen to me, answer my question.
“Mrs. Griffith, please take your hand off your wheels”
She said in a calm voice.
“No stop…STOP please I don't know you!!!!!”
This time I try to yell. But no noise leaves my mouth.
“Mrs. Griffith your husband is coming really soon. Let go of the wheels and let's go to your room."
The strange lady said.
“NOOO STOP please tell me where I am”
I say looking around hoping my husband will come soon to save me from this stranger. She pries my hands off the wheels.
“NO STOP don't you dare touch me
I say putting my hands back on the wheels. This time holding tighter than before.
“Mrs. Griffith, please keep your hands off the wheels”
She said a bit more inpatient this time.
“NO STOP I don't know who you are!!!”
I say holding tight onto the wheels again. She prys them off again. I go to put my hands back onto the wheels. When her hand swoops in and stops them.
“Hey let go of my hands”
I exclaim unimpressed.
“Mrs., we are going to you’re room to get ready for your vist “
She said in a soft voice.
“No...STOP I told you I don't know who you are. Leave me alone and tell me where I am !!!”
I grow more irritated as time passes. She forcefully holds my hands so that no matter how hard I try I can’t put my hands on the wheels. She then brings me into a strange room.
In the room there was a small bed, a closet that could barely fit any clothes in and a dresser. I try to get my hands out of her grisp and wheel myself out of the room and to safety. But she is to fast and stops me before I could even think of escaping
"Get your hands off me"
I say wanting to be heard
"Mrs Griffith I am not trying to hurt you. If you can work with me we can get you ready to vist with your husband"
She said in a forced calm voice
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