Mysterious Wayz

Chapter One: The Beginning

 

 A start of a new day and a new life for fifteen-year-old Wendy Santana, with

her dark brown curly hair and slender figure. Being the only daughter of a
Military family you learn two important things in life, falling in love and
making friends are almost impossible. That is what she has believed, all of
her life. Every time she gets comfortable in a new city, her father tells her
they have to relocate. Wendy has finally come to realize, that this is how her
life will be for a long time. It is the night of June 2002, when her life takes a
drastic turn. Wendy and her father, Daniel Santana were returning home in
his Dodge Wagon from a camping trip in Arizona as he Drove on the dark
and dusty curves of the mountain roads. It is a warm moonless night as the
night air smelled of fresh pine from all the trees surrounding them. Wendy
held her head out the window smiling, as the air brushed across her face. Her
father grinned watching his daughter enjoy the ride.
A trucker named Robert Harris is also driving on that same road. He is
fighting hard to stay awake from the long drive, but his eyes had felt so
heavy and slowly closed. It was not long when he had opened his eyes and
saw a Dodge Wagon heading right for him. The lights were blinding, he tried
to turn the wheel of his truck hard to the left, but it was too late. The truck
hit them head on, and sent them into the ravine down below. Robert fought
the wheels on the truck as he could feel the tires fighting against him. He
could see that he had connected with the other vehicle. Robert looked over
as he saw the terrified young woman trying to escape out of the passenger
window. The guilt fell hard over him, he knew that once they hit the water
they were all dead. Robert took one more look at the young woman and then
towards the dark waters below as he closed his eyes bracing for impact.
It had all happened so fast, the thunder of the crashing into the ravine had
mangled the vehicles. The glass from the windows were everywhere, as
Wendy felt the cold night water rushing in, and crushing down on her chest.
She fought hard for air to breath, and she knew in her mind this was it… she
was going to die. Wendy screamed for her father, as the water crashed
around her. The car was filling up fast with water, as the vehicle sunk below. Her body trembled from the coldness of the water, she felt a sharp
pain in her right leg as it was pinned between the twisted metal of the car.
She yelled for her father again, as more filled her mouth and lungs. She felt
her life slowly fading, as she looks over to see flames coming from the truck
that had hit them and dragged them in the ravine. Wendy slowly sanked into
darkness as the water pulled her down.
When Wendy woke up, everything was dark, as she felt the edge of a bed.
She heard voices around her, but could not see anything. The voices were
deafening like nails to a chalk board. Wendy put her hands up to her ears to
try to drown out the sound. She sat up, in a panic, as she moved to the edge
of the bed. Wendy fell when she tried to stand. She is scared and confused
and could not understand what had happened. Her hands trembled with fear,
as she pulled herself up and crawled on the cold tile floor to the corner of the
room. She heard a door opening, and felt hands helping her to her feet.
Wendy tried fighting them off, but their grip were tightening every time she
tried. Someone was helping her back to bed.
“Miss Santana? Calm down, I will not hurt you? I am Nurse Patterson. I can
answer any questions you might have.” She explained, resting a hand on her
shoulder to calm her down.
“Where…? What...?” Wendy started, as she moved her head from side to
side focusing on the sound of the voice.
“Rest child, it will all be explained in time.” Nurse Patterson reassured,
stroking Wendy‘s hair.
Wendy could feel comfort from this woman, she knew that if she wanted
answers she had to comply with these people here. Wendy recognized the
smell of bleach and ammonia and later realized she was at the hospital.
Nurse Patterson helped Wendy back into bed and tucked her in. Wendy had
more questions then answers. Where is her Father? Nurse Patterson gave
her a sedative, as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
It was three days later when Wendy finally woke up; she felt drowsy and still
everything was dark. Wendy’s rate of hearing picked up sounds, which had
never happened before. She could see images that looked like something in
an x-ray film. She heard people talking down the hallway outside her room
and understood every word they were saying. Wendy shook her head to clear
the sounds, as she searched for the call button on the side of her bed, after
locating it. She pushed the button, and within minutes she heard a door
opening.
“Miss Santana, how can I help you?” Nurse asked, sounding annoyed.
“Where is my Father?” Wendy demanded, her tone was threatening. She sat
up in her bed with her arms tightly crossed over her chest turning her head
towards the sound.
“Let me get Nurse Patterson, she can answer this for you.” Nurse answered,
as she closed the door.
When the nurse left, Wendy felt herself getting agitated. She pushed the call
button again. When she heard the door opened a second time, she recognized
the smell of the perfume from before.
“Nurse Patterson?” She questioned, looking concerned tilting her head
towards the sound of the door.
“How did you...?” Nurse Patterson asked, with her hands on her hips looking
at Wendy in confusion.
“I remembered the smell of your perfume, I guess.” Wendy replied, as she
smiled.
Nurse Patterson snickered as she closed the door.
She walked over to Wendy’s bedside, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Holding on to her hand, as to prepare her for what she was about to say.
“Wendy, you have been here in the hospital since your accident. The date
today is September 14th 2002. I am sorry to say, your father did not survive
the accident. He died before arriving to the hospital. We had to work very
hard on saving you too. You almost died from your injuries as well. Is there
any questions I can answer for you?” Nurse Patterson explained, stroking
her hand.
Wendy could not believe what she had just heard; her father gone. She felt
the tears swelling up in her eyes as they burned behind her bandages. Wendy
felt Nurse Patterson grip on her hand get tighter.
“Why can’t I see? Am I blind?” She asked, as she cried.
“I’m afraid so. Your injuries were severe and you had swallowed a lot of
water it is amazing you did survive as long as you did.” Nurse Patterson
answered, as she continued to hold her hand.
“How will I live? I cannot take care of myself. This can not be
happening…please tell me this is a dream.” Wendy pleaded.
Wendy felt herself growing hysterical, but she was afraid if she had gotten
too badly. They might drug her again to calm her down, and right now, the
last thing she wanted to do was sleep.
“Sweetie, I am sorry but this is not a dream.” She explained hugging her as
Wendy started to cry. “I promise I will help you through this. I have a friend
who can help you. Let me give him a call, I will be back later, ok?” She
suggested.
“Ok.” Wendy sobbed.
As she heard the door close, Wendy buried her face in her hands and cried
for hours. For the first time in her life she was alone, and the challenging
part will be learning to grow into an adult at the age of fifteen years old.