A short story from a long time ago

my toes itch. i think it's the rutabaga I started to grow in them. It's one of those annoying itches that you can't scratch and not in that inappropriate scratching your balls or picking your nose in public kind of way. but more in the chicken pox, it'll have a horrible outcome if you scratch type of scratch. I bet turkey I could grow rutabaga on my toes and she said I couldn't and I was like yah-ha and she's like na-ah, and then she triple dog dared me and so i hat to do it. The trickiest part was keeping it from my uncle (he hates rutabagas and might even disown me if i told him. which would be OK except he has this really cool Rubik's cube that has like a bagillion sides and i really want it).

I've been meaning to write this forever

CH1

He opened his eyes and closed them instantly, the light glaring above him made his pounding head hurt even more. He groaned only to find his throat was too dry and it hurt to swallow. vague thoughts came in and out of focus.
Water... pain... move

But it felt so much easier to just lay there. sleep. He wanted sleep, Surely once he rested more, everything would be clearer. If only someone would turn off that damn light. Suddenly he heard a bang and a scream from somewhere and his eyes flung open again. Everything around him was a bright crisp white that screamed into his head. He heard it again, a woman screamed. He made his was in a fog towards the wall where the scream had come from. It took him a moment to realize there was a door with a small square window he could peer out of if he stood up on his toes. The woman screamed again and then he saw her. She was wearing a white hospital gown and running towards him down the hall. She looked behind her and tripped onto the floor. He stared at her, he felt weak and in a daze and couldn't form thoughts or words except to know there was something familiar about her. He looked down the hall to what the woman was creaming at, two blurry figures in white were approaching the woman. The woman got back up and was about to run further down the hall when she caught a glimpse of him. She stared back, her eyes grew wide with recognition. She reached out for the door but the men had caught up and where wrestling her to the ground. His head hurt so very much, it was so hard to stay awake. She screamed something as she looked at him but he couldn't make it out. Everything was so blurry. The men wrestling her turned sharply towards him and his body began to quake. The men... they weren't... they didn't have a face, there was nothing but white skin, an abnormal white that could not have been human. One of the things turned back towards the woman and he caught a glimpse of a knife in the thing's hand before he pulled back and stumbled over his feet as he tried to press himself against the opposite wall. He sat with his knees bent and his eyes closed, his hands tightly clasped against his ears. The woman screamed again that thing that she had yelled at him but he couldn't make sense of words and suddenly there was silence. They had killed her. Those things had killed her. He opened his eyes tentatively and saw his door opening. He couldn't think; he couldn't move. Fear and panic fought in his body but everything seemed to be trapped in a fog. He saw the shoes walking purposely towards him and didn't struggle when a strong arm pressed itself across his collarbone and another pulled his arm straight. Something silver shone for a second and then everything went black.