Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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OOC: This is a closed thread for Tibvo and Myself, but do feel free to PM comments and read along.
Prologue:
Lissa had grown up in a broken home. She and her older brother struggled daily just to live. Their mother, an abusive alcoholic, made their lives hell every chance she got. Their father ran off with some waitress when she was just six months old. Coming home from the service, he felt he could play a little. They had married quite young and they never really did grow up. It shown in how her children were raised and how they each took a path down the wrong way.
She was at first a good student, earning grades the highest in her class, wanting to hear the appraisals from her teachers, the words she longed so badly to hear from her own mother. They never came.
It was just before high school she was taken and placed into foster care. Although her brother was grown and gone from the home by then, he was also unfit to raise her and care for her. This was hard to deal with. Her mother swearing she did not want her anymore, her father saying the same. The state had no choice but to send her to the Mitchel's.
At first she was hurting, unable to eat and sleep, but it wasn't long before the jealousy bug kicked in. The Mitchel's were the 'family next door' you always see in shows on T.V.
Happy, loving, church. All of it. Their kids knew no pain or hunger. Heard no mean words from their parents, in fact they had both! So when she was accused of stealing something from the Mitchel's daughter, tried and convicted in their eyes without a shred of proof, she lost it.
She turned to stealing, lying, skipping school and sleeping around. She failed everything because she never went. She was fired from jobs and so forth all in a single year. When they busted her for snatching a pack of gum from the local gas station, she was again shipped off to a new home.
Each time it was the same thing, the same way. Nothing changing for three long years. Her final year of highschool and a violent rape later, she did straighten up. But it was too late. Her current Foster parents wanted her gone the day she graduated. She had turned 18 just the week before that, so when graduation day came and no one was there to take her picture. She knew she had to go else where, start over. Only if it were that simple.
She spent a few years on the streets, although she wasn't selling her body, she was into the drug scene and into anything illegal. She worked part time jobs for a few weeks at a time, slept on park benches and sometimes had enough to stay in a hotel for awhile. Again, downhill. She ended up pregnant with some guy's kid that she couldn't even put a name too (thanks to a party and a lot of pot!)
Suffering a miscarriage at four months along, again due to drugs, she knew that again, she'd have to move. She hitch hiked her way, sometimes barely escaping another rape until she got to where she felt she could do better. A small New York state town, and NO ONE knew her....
Entering a college there, she worked her way through, trying hard to keep her nose clean and her grades up. When her final year began, and she had it smooth sailing, it was again she screwed up. Only this time it was far far worse...
~New Years Eve 1999~
"DANNY! DAMMIT!" She cursed at her drunk boyfriend again and again. He was the classic playboy. Captain of the football team, parent's crowning achievement, and absolutely stupid! She had agreed to accompany him to this college party, although everyone was much younger than she was, She ended up carting his drunk ass out the door. This was no way for a twenty-seven year old to be behaving, she was lecturing herself for being so stupid.
It didn't help that he was the DD that night. He was supposed to be driving her home safely! She had only a few drinks, and felt fine. So when he offered to drive, she tossed her drink into the sink and ran out to catch up to him. It was still an hour before midnight and he was too damned drunk to breath without her aid.
"NO! I will drive Danny, please, get into the passenger side." She moved around his camero and climbed inside. He staggered a little, wobbling and glaring. "Heyyyy.. yewshhh can't be seen..in mah car Lis.."
"Oh shut up Danny! Everyone knows you brought me."
"Oh yeah!" He broke out laughing as if this was the funniest thing in his life!?
She had to be drunk because she giggled along with him. "Alright, lets go." She turned over the car and opened the door for him. Climbing inside, he tried to lay across the bucket seats and rest his head in her lap.
"I'm so damned tired Lis.." he grumbled.
"Shhh, we'll be there soon.. It's only five blocks. We'll be fine.." She checked her mirrors and pulled out into the street just as the light rain began to fall. It had been thundering all day, it was about time it emptied. Only this was too damned cold to add ice to the problem!
"Shit Danny!! Doesn't the defrost work?" She fiddled with buttons, heading towards a green light. Danny sat upright, blocking her view, the light changed to yellow.
"HEY! Better hurry!" he said in a sing-song manner.
"Danny move!" She shoved on him, trying to see around him a little easier. Her face went pale, everything slowed to a crawl.
"DANNY!" She cried out, her foot trying to slam on the breaks. The light was red, not yellow. The car was sliding, Danny was in her way and there was a Mercedes in the intersection. That is basically the last thing she clearly remembered, praying, squealing tires, and fading vision. Blurred sight and bells all around her. Sirens blaring, someone was dead, another critically injured....
August 2000~
"How is she?" A nurse asked as the LPN checked the chart again.
"Same as always." The woman took a count of her heart beating and checked her eyes for dilation or lack there of.
"How long has she been like this?" the new trainee was curious, the young woman looked to be in perfect health.
"Awhile, 7 or 8 months I believe." the nurse counted, watching her wrist watch as she did so. It was like second nature to this long time veteran. She could do many things and still keep accurate count of a heart beat.
"Why is she lingering in a coma?"
"Who knows. The doctors aren't really sure." The elder woman began to pump up the little tester for blood pressure and watched it as well.
"Was she critical when they brought her in?"
"Not to my recollection. There was a huge accident, no one is sure who caused it, but she was one of several injured."
"That's so sad. Any family or friends come see her? Thought of that to wake her up?" The trainee felt bad for the young woman but the elder one just snorted.
"We use conventional medicine here, not therapy for the soul." The elder woman looked down at her charts, checked a few boxes and folded the clipboard in her arms to rest against her small chest.
"Her name is Melissa Ann Randall. She's twenty- eight years old. Her birthday just a few months ago. No head injury that could be found, nothing broken, no allergies and no next of kin. She was a college student, close to graduating when this happened. In fact her class is graduating tomorrow from the college. Would you like to know her blood type?" The elder woman was a tad upset with so many questions being thrown her way. After all, the trainee showed no interest in any of the other patients, but this one she did. Why? Was she unethical in the work place? She wondered for a moment if she might need to check on this trainee's back ground a bit more, just to make sure this new comer would uphold the honor of this established, tasteful, hospital?
"Oh no, it's just that she looks familiar to me for some reason." The trainee blushed a little, the elder woman had a stern sour face, it was a little upsetting to be stared at like that.
"Is.. Ahemm.. is there other coma patients in this hospital?"
"Yes, but in the children's ward. No other adults but Miss. Lissa here."
"Lissa?" The trainee wondered how the nurse knew a nickname?
"Yes Lissa. It was on an engraved locket around her neck when she was brought in that night. Anyway, we talk to them time to time, using their nick names and familiarity to, in hopes, bring them out of it."
"Ah, yes. That makes sense."
"Alright, let me go show you how we file here on the 3rd floor." Their voices faded away as they left Lissa's room and moved to the nurses station..
Odd? She doesn't remember any accident? She rose from the bed and stood looking around. She wanted to laugh, she felt fine! What were they talking about? Turning she glanced down at the bed and froze in fear.
But how?! Her.. She was.. HOLY COW!
Her body lay in the bed, breathing in and out, still asleep.. And yet she stood here beside herself? She got scared suddenly that she might be dying and hurried to jump back into her own body. Only, she went through it and ended up on the floor.
She gasped, but it sounded funny? She felt no pain, nor the cold from the floor on her? And she did not keep falling through?
Her eyes wide, she sat there under the bed, too terrified to move. Too afraid of seeing her body again in the bed, lying there lifeless like. Sometime later, a nice shiny pair of black shoes came walking in. She listened as the chart was lifted and the sound of a pen scratching against paper sounded. Peeking out, she realized it was the doctor.
Prologue:
Lissa had grown up in a broken home. She and her older brother struggled daily just to live. Their mother, an abusive alcoholic, made their lives hell every chance she got. Their father ran off with some waitress when she was just six months old. Coming home from the service, he felt he could play a little. They had married quite young and they never really did grow up. It shown in how her children were raised and how they each took a path down the wrong way.
She was at first a good student, earning grades the highest in her class, wanting to hear the appraisals from her teachers, the words she longed so badly to hear from her own mother. They never came.
It was just before high school she was taken and placed into foster care. Although her brother was grown and gone from the home by then, he was also unfit to raise her and care for her. This was hard to deal with. Her mother swearing she did not want her anymore, her father saying the same. The state had no choice but to send her to the Mitchel's.
At first she was hurting, unable to eat and sleep, but it wasn't long before the jealousy bug kicked in. The Mitchel's were the 'family next door' you always see in shows on T.V.
Happy, loving, church. All of it. Their kids knew no pain or hunger. Heard no mean words from their parents, in fact they had both! So when she was accused of stealing something from the Mitchel's daughter, tried and convicted in their eyes without a shred of proof, she lost it.
She turned to stealing, lying, skipping school and sleeping around. She failed everything because she never went. She was fired from jobs and so forth all in a single year. When they busted her for snatching a pack of gum from the local gas station, she was again shipped off to a new home.
Each time it was the same thing, the same way. Nothing changing for three long years. Her final year of highschool and a violent rape later, she did straighten up. But it was too late. Her current Foster parents wanted her gone the day she graduated. She had turned 18 just the week before that, so when graduation day came and no one was there to take her picture. She knew she had to go else where, start over. Only if it were that simple.
She spent a few years on the streets, although she wasn't selling her body, she was into the drug scene and into anything illegal. She worked part time jobs for a few weeks at a time, slept on park benches and sometimes had enough to stay in a hotel for awhile. Again, downhill. She ended up pregnant with some guy's kid that she couldn't even put a name too (thanks to a party and a lot of pot!)
Suffering a miscarriage at four months along, again due to drugs, she knew that again, she'd have to move. She hitch hiked her way, sometimes barely escaping another rape until she got to where she felt she could do better. A small New York state town, and NO ONE knew her....
Entering a college there, she worked her way through, trying hard to keep her nose clean and her grades up. When her final year began, and she had it smooth sailing, it was again she screwed up. Only this time it was far far worse...
~New Years Eve 1999~
"DANNY! DAMMIT!" She cursed at her drunk boyfriend again and again. He was the classic playboy. Captain of the football team, parent's crowning achievement, and absolutely stupid! She had agreed to accompany him to this college party, although everyone was much younger than she was, She ended up carting his drunk ass out the door. This was no way for a twenty-seven year old to be behaving, she was lecturing herself for being so stupid.
It didn't help that he was the DD that night. He was supposed to be driving her home safely! She had only a few drinks, and felt fine. So when he offered to drive, she tossed her drink into the sink and ran out to catch up to him. It was still an hour before midnight and he was too damned drunk to breath without her aid.
"NO! I will drive Danny, please, get into the passenger side." She moved around his camero and climbed inside. He staggered a little, wobbling and glaring. "Heyyyy.. yewshhh can't be seen..in mah car Lis.."
"Oh shut up Danny! Everyone knows you brought me."
"Oh yeah!" He broke out laughing as if this was the funniest thing in his life!?
She had to be drunk because she giggled along with him. "Alright, lets go." She turned over the car and opened the door for him. Climbing inside, he tried to lay across the bucket seats and rest his head in her lap.
"I'm so damned tired Lis.." he grumbled.
"Shhh, we'll be there soon.. It's only five blocks. We'll be fine.." She checked her mirrors and pulled out into the street just as the light rain began to fall. It had been thundering all day, it was about time it emptied. Only this was too damned cold to add ice to the problem!
"Shit Danny!! Doesn't the defrost work?" She fiddled with buttons, heading towards a green light. Danny sat upright, blocking her view, the light changed to yellow.
"HEY! Better hurry!" he said in a sing-song manner.
"Danny move!" She shoved on him, trying to see around him a little easier. Her face went pale, everything slowed to a crawl.
"DANNY!" She cried out, her foot trying to slam on the breaks. The light was red, not yellow. The car was sliding, Danny was in her way and there was a Mercedes in the intersection. That is basically the last thing she clearly remembered, praying, squealing tires, and fading vision. Blurred sight and bells all around her. Sirens blaring, someone was dead, another critically injured....
August 2000~
"How is she?" A nurse asked as the LPN checked the chart again.
"Same as always." The woman took a count of her heart beating and checked her eyes for dilation or lack there of.
"How long has she been like this?" the new trainee was curious, the young woman looked to be in perfect health.
"Awhile, 7 or 8 months I believe." the nurse counted, watching her wrist watch as she did so. It was like second nature to this long time veteran. She could do many things and still keep accurate count of a heart beat.
"Why is she lingering in a coma?"
"Who knows. The doctors aren't really sure." The elder woman began to pump up the little tester for blood pressure and watched it as well.
"Was she critical when they brought her in?"
"Not to my recollection. There was a huge accident, no one is sure who caused it, but she was one of several injured."
"That's so sad. Any family or friends come see her? Thought of that to wake her up?" The trainee felt bad for the young woman but the elder one just snorted.
"We use conventional medicine here, not therapy for the soul." The elder woman looked down at her charts, checked a few boxes and folded the clipboard in her arms to rest against her small chest.
"Her name is Melissa Ann Randall. She's twenty- eight years old. Her birthday just a few months ago. No head injury that could be found, nothing broken, no allergies and no next of kin. She was a college student, close to graduating when this happened. In fact her class is graduating tomorrow from the college. Would you like to know her blood type?" The elder woman was a tad upset with so many questions being thrown her way. After all, the trainee showed no interest in any of the other patients, but this one she did. Why? Was she unethical in the work place? She wondered for a moment if she might need to check on this trainee's back ground a bit more, just to make sure this new comer would uphold the honor of this established, tasteful, hospital?
"Oh no, it's just that she looks familiar to me for some reason." The trainee blushed a little, the elder woman had a stern sour face, it was a little upsetting to be stared at like that.
"Is.. Ahemm.. is there other coma patients in this hospital?"
"Yes, but in the children's ward. No other adults but Miss. Lissa here."
"Lissa?" The trainee wondered how the nurse knew a nickname?
"Yes Lissa. It was on an engraved locket around her neck when she was brought in that night. Anyway, we talk to them time to time, using their nick names and familiarity to, in hopes, bring them out of it."
"Ah, yes. That makes sense."
"Alright, let me go show you how we file here on the 3rd floor." Their voices faded away as they left Lissa's room and moved to the nurses station..
Odd? She doesn't remember any accident? She rose from the bed and stood looking around. She wanted to laugh, she felt fine! What were they talking about? Turning she glanced down at the bed and froze in fear.
But how?! Her.. She was.. HOLY COW!
Her body lay in the bed, breathing in and out, still asleep.. And yet she stood here beside herself? She got scared suddenly that she might be dying and hurried to jump back into her own body. Only, she went through it and ended up on the floor.
She gasped, but it sounded funny? She felt no pain, nor the cold from the floor on her? And she did not keep falling through?
Her eyes wide, she sat there under the bed, too terrified to move. Too afraid of seeing her body again in the bed, lying there lifeless like. Sometime later, a nice shiny pair of black shoes came walking in. She listened as the chart was lifted and the sound of a pen scratching against paper sounded. Peeking out, she realized it was the doctor.
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