Happy Birthday Annabel Elder by Dani Matson (reading cloud ebooks .txt) 📖

like I was the most facinating thing she had ever seen.
"Good mornin'," the girl said with a southern accient.
"Who are you?" I had no idea where I was or who she was. I just barely remembered what had happened the night before...or was it the night before? I wasn't sure how much time had past.
"That is the question of my life. I don't remember. My docter says my name is Lily Lou. They say I have amneisa, isn't that a fun word to say, amnesia, amnesia," she laughed, "I guess I was in a car acident and bumped my head and now I don't remember much. My mom is always crying and crying and crying. She cryed so much that they made her leave for a while so she can calm down some," she leaned in to whisper, "I don't think she knows how to calm down," she giggled. She has that cute little girls voice that everyone loves and she talks a hundred miles an hour.
By this time I had survaed my surroundings. I was in your typical hospital room. The walls were painted a fading yellow, there were various tubes sticking out of my arms, hooked up to machines that beeped every time I shifted. Someone had changed me into a hospital gown. It looked like someone had slept on the fold out bed in front of the window, the pillows and blankets were still out ad unkept.
I looked toward the door and saw that it was cracked open. I could see the nurses and doctors rushing by, they seemed to be looking for something, or someone.
The door started to open and Lily Lou ran into the bathroom just inside the door, hiding. A short blonde headed nurse came in and looked around, hardly sparing me a glance. I cleared my throat until she settled her eyes on me and raised a questioning eyebrow. I nodded toward the bathroom and she got my meaning.
"You have three seconds Lou. One, Two..," the girl came sulking out of the bathroom. "Why must we play this game every week. No one wants to be bothered with your no sense, don't you get that?" the nurse scolded the little girl as she drug her out of the room. I heard her tell the other nurses and doctors that she found the girl.
Seconds after the door closed, it opened again. Instead of a nurse, it was my father.
He looked bed ragged and out of place. He also looked nervous, very nervous. "H..how are you feeling?" he shoved his hands in his pockets and stayed by the door. I just stared at him, my expression blank, or so I hoped.
A pained expression crossed his face when I didn't answer him. He looked down and crossed the room, over to the fold out couch where he started straightening things up.
"Soo...do you need anything?" he asked, looking at everything but me.
"Yeah, you," I meant to say it in my head but it slipped out and he winced. I could see him starting to pretend I hadn't said anything. He does that often. So much in fact that you would think I would be used to and I am, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt every time.
"Is it really so hard to try and care about me," my eye's were tearing up. At that second he looked so miserable and tried that I almost felt sorry I said anything. Then I remembered all the times I felt like that and only got even more angry.
Just like always, he changed the subject, "What happened in that alley, Annabel?" And just like always, I was crushed that he didn't even try to deny my accusation.
"What do you care? You're getting rid of me soon enough," I snapped at him. Again, he winced, but didn't say anything to deny it.
A few minutes went by before he asked again, "What happened in that alley,Annabel?" he used his super stern voice that says I have to answer him right away or it meant trouble.
"I'm not sure," I finally answered him.
"What do you mean you're not sure? How can you not be sure, you were there weren't you?" his temper was rising. I refuse to talk to him when he's angry, so I continued to stare at him till he understood why I wasn't talking.
He took a deep breath and tryed again,"What do you mean you're not sure,Anna?" this time he sounded concerned. "Who did this to you, Anna? Did you see what they looked like? Was there more than what person? What all did they do to you? I need to know this stuff, sweetheart. The police need to know."
"I don't know who he was, Aurthor. I've never seen him before, but he seemed to know me pretty well," I couldn't look him in the eye.
"What do you mean, Anna?" he's voice sounded frusterated.
"Never mind," I changed my mind about telling him. I couldn't tell anyone, espeacially him. He never understood me, what made me think he suddenly would now? Imprint

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Publication Date: 11-26-2010

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Dedication:
thanks to my best friend Alexis Coomer,for pushing me to keep writing. I love you girl.