Short+Story+-+Conflict+between+a+person+and+a+nonperson

I woke up from a dead sleep. Not knowing where I was. It was dark, so dark. I didn't know what was going on. The thought of "Am I dead was running through my mind." I noticed my hand was bleeding. Drip drip drip. I hate the sound of blood dripping on the floor. I was confused. No one was telling me where I was. Then I remember it was winter out. That's why it looked so dark. I start getting flash backs. Its coming to me now. Oh god. I was in a hospital. What type of damaged did I do to myself now? I get up. I couldn't get up. I was strapped to the bed. Why was i strapped to the bed? I couldn't even reach to nurse buzzer. Reach reach reach, but i couldn't. I just hate the thought of being strapped down on a bed not remembering what I did to myself. Ugh. So, I try again. Reach reach reach. Its no use. Oh what made me pass out was the smell of the blood.Oh blood. Just the thought of blood makes my head spin. I hope that i don't pass out again. The cut is deep. Too deep, way too deep. I don't know why I did it. I don't even remember what I did it with. Ugh! I am so mad. I thought that I was getting better. Guess not, but the medicine they put me on. I thought that it was suppose to help not make me worse. Whats going on. I hear something in the corner of the room. I hear it, I hear it. Its getting closer and closer. Its too dark to see anything. The eyes of the mysterious creature are glowing. As it moves closer they get brighter and brighter. I try to scream. Nothing comes out. Not a single froggy sound coming out of the back of my throat. Whats going on? I think to myself. I am so afraid. I still see the creature coming closer. Finally I try to speak again it works this time but faintly, a little scream come out. Not loud enough for anyone to hear. Well I try to calm myself down enough to talk and ask who or what was there. A little squeak came out of my mouth. The words as I talked were squeaky.